Sometimes fiction is a way of coping with the poison of the world in a way that lets us survive it.

“Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.”

“How old are you?" asked Door. Richard was pleased she had asked; he would never…”

“If you, as a parent, raise your children well, they won't need you anymore. If …”

“Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand de…”