Mouth guard. And I think we'll start you in goal." Goal sounded like a special job. I didn't want a special job, unless that special job involved sitting on the side under a pile of blankets.

She wasn't only gay, she was a gay elf.

Prefects. I had learned this one. Student council types, but with superpowers. They who must be obeyed.

I'm the last of the mad ones.

I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford.

The cast of Hamlet had not moved much. They had that haunted yet hopeful look in their eyes, like the ones you see in photographs of people crammed into steerage compartments, traveling to some new, unknown land.

You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.