Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)

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.

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.

Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.

I’m Angelina,” she says. “Are you here to save us?” I can see a tiny spark of hope awaken in her eyes. “You’re right, Angelina - I’m here to save you.” “Can you? Really?” “I’ll try,” I say and the girl smiles.

I love and hate this place because it is full of words.