It's funny how we judge others and don't realize the extent of our disdain until they are no longer there, until they are taken from us. They're taken from us because they've never been ours...

“When he spoke those words, it seemed to Julian that the hatter had put off fall…”

“«Quid pro quo.» «Quid pro che?» «Latino, ragazzo. Non esistono lingue morte ma …”

“Six years later my mother's absence remained in the air around us, a deafening …”

“When we stand in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we wan…”