When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

I'm just writing what I know. I've never been much of a reader of fantasy, and I think you write what you, personally, enjoy reading.

The worst part was that I had things I wanted to tell my mother, too many to count, but none of them would go down so easy. She'd been through too much, between my siters-I could not add to the weight. So instead, I did my best to balance it out, bit by bit, word by word, story by story, even if none of them were true.

Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.

I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.

I should have told you from the start. I will let you down.