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

And Isi always listened, never told Enna she had been foolish, never said hollow things like 'You'll be all right.' . . . Isi saw Enna's struggle and her sadness, and she understood.

I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out.

...Speaking of, I've been playing with the letters - Lovers In a Very Enlightened Regard." "LIVER. Good one." "Also, how about Life Invasion Via Exceptional Respect?" "Life Invasion. Like it." "Or Lovelike Intensity Via Emotional Rapport." "Doesn't that spell OLIVER?

I cannot write to anyone outside myself--if I tried, it would be a horrible story, flat and lifeless. I write to myself. That's the only person I'm trying to please.

What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was. It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.

Make haste” Jane added, just because she always wanted to say that.