Those were the 'ifs' that kept me from making a fool of myself.

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.

South of Somewhere and north of Nowhere.

Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.

Running to stand still -Lena

Yeah, right. The things that I'm afraid of? You wouldn't even believe." "You're afraid to trust me.