Your head will be fine,” said Miri. “It’s your neck you should worry about.

Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.

Saying my story makes me want to change it, make it sound pretty the way I do with the stories I tell the workers. I'd like it to have a beginning as grand as a ball and an ending in a whisper, like a mother tucking in a child for sleep.

Poor gosling. It hurts to be lost. And worse to be home with no kind of homecoming...I'll be lucky if I can do as well as you when all this's done, just a bit out of breath, a bit bruised and scratched, a bit wiser and sadder for it all.

All I've ever wanted was to be near you.

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna