Children's games are stronger than you remember once you've grown up and left them behind. They're always fair, and never kind.

People say things like "it wasn't supposed to go this way" and "this isn't what I wanted." They're just making noise. There's no such thing as "supposed to," and what you want doesn't matter. All that matters is what happened.

Since Dominic's been sleeping with me, the mice have been trying various labels on him, looking for one that fits. My personal favorite was the week they spent calling him "the God of Absolutely Never Smiling, No, Not Ever.

Etienne gave me lessons. Three of them. Then he said I was a menace and refused to teach me anything more for fear that I’d slice his head off.

May posterity show mercy when it look back upon the work we do today. We did what we could with what we had.

No one wants to set out to be a hero, and discover that they've been a villain all along.

It is what it is. Isn't that how these things always go? They are what they are. We just get to cope.