She kept watching the words.

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.

My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.

The day was gray, the color of Europe.

Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.