Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, not really listen to you. You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.
We are small but we are many We are many we are small We were here before you rose We will be here when you fall.
The world seemed to shimmer a little at the edges.
Mirrors are never to be trusted.
I don’t want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted? Just like that, and it didn’t mean anything. What then?
The sky had never seemed so sky, the world had never seemed so world.
But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?
When you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.
The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.
Now, you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.
It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.
Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.[G. K. Chesterton]
