Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.

You know you can set fire to the capacity to say.

I think I've got Fear down, but how do I take it all the way up to Terror?

A novel seemed the easiest way to get what I had had in my head into the inside of other people's heads. Books are good that way.

From meetings and partings none can ever escape. Nor from magic.

There is a madness, yes, this is true. Few mortals possess it, the willingness to step away from the protection of sanity. To walk into the wild wood of madness...

If I come back, it will be a place, but it won't be a home any longer.