If he didn't care about you, you couldn't upset him.

Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.

Time is fluid here', said the Demon.

You were her way here, and it's a dangerous thing to be a door.

Fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gifts of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.

And then it went, and time passed properly once more, every second following every other second just like they're meant to.

She didn't have a daddy?" I asked. "No." "Did you have a daddy?" "You're all questions, aren't you? No, love. We never went in for that sort of thing. You only need men if you want to breed more men.