What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it But what if it’s too late? What if you can’t? Then you must find a way to live with it.

Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.

I'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me.

I’m from the health department. You’ve heard of Typhoid Mary? This fella’s got enough typhoid to start his own colony.

When I dream, I dream of him.

There are no safe choices. Only other choices.

I'm a librarian, not an oracle.