It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice. As you may expect, someone has died.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

Ed?" Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. "There's only one thing I want." "What's that, Ritchie?" His answer is simple. "To want.

Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.

It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.