I can’t imagine what it would be like to have sex with a man. To be so intimate with another person. Not to hide anything. I don’t know if I could do that. It would have to be a boy anyway, not a grown man, someone as scared as me.

She goes where she pleases. She appears unhoped for, uncalled for. She moves through doors and walls and windows. Her thoughts move through minds. She enters dreams. She vanishes and is still there. She knows the future and sees through flesh. She is not afraid of anything.

.. the truth is what you can't see but are certain of anyway.

You don't know where you are or where your dreams end and the world begins.

You have to trust someone before you can have rituals with them.

Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.