I go to a Catholic school and I'm telling you: invisibility = eternal damnation. You can take it to the bank.
You can't be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?
There's something comforting about the companionship of animals in a new place.
The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.
My way is set as in stone, and I don't feel the need to veer off any longer. It has taken many days of searching and fighting, but in the end I have found what I was looking for. I have found my way home.
I really hope that all librarians aren't like Gladys Morgan. Because I'd really like , at some point, to walk into a library and not be afraid for my life.