Oh, Myr," he chokes out. "I hate having to ask this of you..." He glances towards the car again, and I crouch down in the shadows, hoping it's too dark for him to see whether the window is open or closed. The woman pats his arm, cradling her hand against his elbow. "You know I'd do anything for you and Hil," she says. I like her voice. It's throaty and rich. "You'd do anything?" my father repeats numbly. "Even now? After -?" "Even now," the woman says firmly.

I wish, peevishly, that he didn't know anything about how soldiers sleep, how they protect their fellow soldiers. It would be nicer if I could share the cloaks warmth with him, if we could lie with our faces together, whispering into the night.

I like the fact that kids are willing to be imaginative and go along with me when I'm telling strange tales.

Governments will rise, and governments will fall, and man will do evil to man, and all we can do is turn our hearts to good.

The Government justifies keeping everyone else in poverty because people seem to work the hardest when they're right on the edge of survival.

I am not just what I remember. I am also what I dream.

I like to know what I'm celebrating before I put on a party hat.