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

Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

No matter that we could be beheaded for this,” said Esa. “Heads are overrated.” “Yes, they are so unfashionable,” said Miri, imitating an Aslandian accent. “This spring, ladies of style are wearing their feathers in their necks.

... and with my last thought I felt some real sympathy for those poor chickens.

But when she turned her back to the lights, she saw that the night was so dark...She could not see the stars. The world felt as high as the depthless night sky and deeper than she could know. She understood, suddenly and keenly, that she was too small to run away, and she sat on the damp ground and cried.

I'm not bossy - I just happen to be more capable than most everyone else.