One wild card was yet to be played.

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

There was once a strange, small man. He decided three important details about his life: 1. He would part his hair from the opposite side to everyone else. 2. He would make himself a small, strange mustache. 3. He would one day rule the world. ...Yes, the Fuhrer decided that he would rule the world with words.

Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.

Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.

I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows, but because you feel chosen. You feel like that person wants her life to intersect with yours. I think that's what felt best about it.