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

“I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all …”

“Soon,” said the crackling voice of the flame, coming from behind him, “they wil…”

“Sleep my little baby-ohSleep until you wakenWhen you wake you'll see the worldI…”

“The whole big, complicated world was simple and graspable and easy to unlock. I…”