No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

A pretty sight, a lady with a book.

On the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.

Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?

I delight in what I fear.

I can't help it when people are frightened," says Merricat. "I always want to frighten them more.

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

Fate intervened. Some of us, that day, she led inexorably through the gates of death. Some of us, innocent and unsuspecting, took, unwillingly, that one last step to oblivion. Some of us took very little sugar.

So long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.