I learned to write by writing.

You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it.

I think you're doing better than you were the last time we saw you. You're growing a new heart, for a start.

You people always hold onto old identities, old faces and masks, long after they've served their purpose. But you've got to learn to throw things away eventually.

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

We are small but we are many We are many we are small We were here before you rose We will be here when you fall

Also, in my bedroom, nobody minded if I kept the hall door half-open, allowing in enough light that I was not scared of the dark, and, just as important, allowing me to read secretly, after my bedtime, using the dim hallway light to read by, if I needed to. I always needed to.