As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean: "Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it." "What’s that?" Anna asked. "Water," the Dutchman said. "Well, and time.

Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.

I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.

I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls.

The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

That feeling of finishedness does not come all at once, and it is not easily won, but I think once you get there it is hard to go back.

When you're walking home at night, do you even get creeped out and even though it's silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?" It seemed too secret and personal to admit to virtual stranger, but I told her, "Yeah, totally." For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, "Run run run run run," and took off, pulling me behind her.