I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

Betrayal would be a different sort of sick.

Friends you will have need of, for in you two worlds meet. There is no one on both sides with you, so you must learn to take your own counsel; and not to fear what is strange, if you know it also to be true. —Luthe

But I'm going to try to tell the truth. Except for the parts I'm leav­ing out, because there's still stuff I'm just not going to tell you. Get used to it.

Laughter went on and on, like sunlight and stone, even if the human beings who laughed did not.

All you did was sit there, he said. Why are you so tired? I sat very diligently, she said.

I get a little cranky with the whole business about kids not having attention spans. This reminds me of the usual business of thinking that the next generation is hopeless. Every generation has said that about every younger generation.