Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.

In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified.

She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.

That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness-and life isn't the same now. It's wonderful, but it isn't the same.

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

Was it an accident that I saw Fiyero, I wondered, looking at the manager with new eyes, or is it just that world unwraps itself to you again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew?

Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.