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

If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

Uge, save me from the sauce of their loveyness-raso Forest Born

The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.

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.

I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.