She could give herself up to the written word as naturally as a good dancer to music or a fine swimmer to water. The only difficulty was that after finishing the last sentence she was left with a feeling at once hollow and uncomfortably full. Exactly like indigestion.
I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.
Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armor at home.
Now at last I know why I was brought here and what I have to do.
Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.
I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.