People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.
Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.
Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.
This is how the fire starts. This is how we burn.
Reason was for suckers and Presbyterians.
Ain't that a sight? With all the things we know and learn, we still ain't touched the big mysteries -- where we come from, where we go next, why we even her. And when something truly miraculous happens, we run and hide in our caves. We deny.