An unfinished book. left unattended, turns feral, and she would need all her focus, will and ruthless determination to tame it again.

She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.

My mind is like a gyre and odd juxtapositions happen.

Am I crazy?" she asked. "I feel like I am sometimes." "Maybe," he said, rubbing her forehead. "But don't worry about it. You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing not a bad thing.

Information is a lot like water; it's hard to hold on to, and hard to keep from leaking away.

The important thing was that we were being polite and not saying all the things that were making us unhappy, which was the only way we knew how to love each other.

There are many answers, none of them right, but some of them most definitely wrong.