I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.

I'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine." "Bayern's Own? But you're a child." Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.

We know it's all just daydreaming. In all likelihood, no one in this forest'll ever get a javelin, and I'll never see my mother's kingdom again, let alone be hailed by crowds as the jewel of Kildenree. Maybe it's vain to wish for it. But sometimes, it'd be nice just to hold something real in your hands that felt like a measure of your worth. Right Finn?

He would never abandon her, never leave a gaping hole, and even if he died someday, he was preserved like a lab specimen from all the alcohol he imbibed, so he wouldn't look or act much different.

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

Just like the old adage--what you dislike most in other people is what you dislike the most in yourself--

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.