The only water in the forest is the River.

Words can be worrisome, poeple complex, motives and manners unclear, grant her the wisdom to choose her path right, free from unkindness and fear.

I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.

Stories are made up by people who make them up. If they work, they get retold. There's the magic of it.

Real life doesn't have to be convincing, but fiction does.

Amy: This time can we... lose the bunk beds? The Doctor: No Bunk beds are cool, a bed with a ladder, you can't beat that!

I thought about moving south, about continuing to run, continuing to pretend I was alive. But it was, I knew now, much too late for that. There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, and they swing in both directions.