At midnight the wind in the trees can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.

“My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, noth…”

“I could hardly get a boy to look at me. All right, they'd look, they'd even tak…”

“They carried what was holy within them, for every man was a temple, and every p…”

“At the heart of his paper was the notion that fairy tales relieved us of our ne…”