Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish

Mice? Fine. Flying mice? Not so fine.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

You came form different starts and you'll come to different ends.

Most of us won't see one another after graduation, and even if we do it will be different. We'll be different. We'll be adults--cured, tagged and labeled and paired and identified and placed neatly on our life path, perfectly round marbles set to roll down even, well-defined slopes.

I loved to be alone in the woods, especially in the late fall when everything is crisp and golden, the leaves the color of fire, and it smells like things turning into earth. I loved the silence - the only sound the steady drum of the hooves and the horse's breathing.

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.