Not knowing everything is all that makes it OK, sometimes.

It's not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it's yours, and then be willing to let it go.

We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.

Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.

The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.

Time is fluid here', said the Demon.

It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.