Notice, notice; let noticing take the place of screaming.

I learned failure early and mastered it.

Before catechisms can instill a proper humility, small children know the truth that their own existence has caused the world to bloom into being.

I may not be sure if monsters exist, but I’d rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance; some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

How deeply bound by cords of family anger we all are[...]None of us breaks free.

And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no "after", in the "ever after" of a Witch there is no "happily"; in the story of a Witch, there is no afterword. Of that part that is beyond the life story, beyond the story of the life, there is-alas, or perhaps thank mercy-no telling. She was dead, dead, and gone, and all that was left of her was the carapace of her reputation for malice.