Younger people have greatest fears. Why is that? Because they don't know the plot. They don't know their own individual plot... they don't know what's going to happen to them.

It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly.

There's the story, then there's the real story, then there's the story of how the story came to be told. Then there's what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too.

Nobody quite knows the truth about cats purring, but it does seem to be also a self-healing thing for them, which is why, when you take your cat to the vet and it's frightened, it will purr.

In the end, we'll all become stories.

By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being.

Her glass wings are gone.