Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.

It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

Toy Empressario Wonder Afficianado Avid Shoewearer

And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died.

There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?

You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you.

You have to know where you were going in order to get there.