I turn to books for a feeling of companionship: for somebody knowing what I have known.

The mind can’t explain it, and you can’t make it go away. It’s called love.

You will be faced, now, with pain of a magnitude that none of us here can comprehend because it is beyond our experience. The Receiver himself was not able to describe it, only to remind us that you would be faced with it, that you would need immense courage.

Then I went home to continue my life, which had changed a little, as lives do every day, inching by microspecks forward toward whatever surprises are coming next.

Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting.

Today is declared an unscheduled holiday.

Writing is self employment, so you can make your own schedule.