There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

If I'd known it was harmless, I'd have killed it myself!

I'm not much but I'm all I have.

So books are real to me, too; they link me not just with other minds but with the vision of other minds, what those minds understand and see. I see their worlds as well as I see my own.

The church of my choice is the free, open world.

In a nutshell-I fear authority but at the same time I resent it-the authority and my own fear. So I rebel.

The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.