The search for the word gets no easier but nobody else is going to write your novel for you.

An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

You can't just boss bacteria around like that," said the younger Mrs. Hempstock. "They don't like it." "Stuff and silliness," said the old lady. "You leave wigglers alone and they'll be carrying on like anything. Show them who's boss and they can't do enough for you. You've tasted my cheese.

There aren't any good guys, and there aren't any bad guys. There's just us. People. Doing our best to get by.

We get to experience the same thing in very different ways with different parts of ourselves.

And did I pass?" The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left the younger woman said, "You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.

It is neither fair nor unfair, Nobody Owens. It simply is