T. Kingfisher

I felt like the only other living person on earth was my dad, up north, and the world was empty except for the two of us who had to deal with what my grandmother had left behind.

I hoped like hell he was friendly, because he could probably break me in half with one hand. You think things like this when you’re a woman and there’s nobody around to hear you scream.

It was just that if I laughed, it wasn’t serious.

Bongo’s nose is far more intelligent than the rest of him, and I believe it uses his brain primarily as a counterweight)

There are too many streams and they all flow and all of them could be good and there’s no way to know.

It should have mattered. All that love and all that trying should have changed … something…”

I learned that she could turn into a toad when she did it on the page

… well, she could call up fish. Fish would probably not help the situation.

I’ve said something wrong. That didn’t take long.

It was paralyzing. How does anyone manage? There are too many streams and they all flow and all of them could be good and there’s no way to know. How does anyone ever choose to do anything?