The reason they invented coffins, to lock the dead in, preserve them, they put makeup on them; they didn't want them spreading or changing into anything else. The stone with the name and date was on them to weight them down.

For years I wanted to be older, and now I am.

A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is that a fact or a weapon?

If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending... But if it's a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. You don't tell a story only to yourself. There's always someone else. Even when there is no one.

Her glass wings are gone.

What a lost person needs is a map of the territory, with his own position marked on it so he can see where he is in relation to everything else.

Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.