He Had The Vague Sense Of Standing

Round And Round The Questions Flew, Until Finally I Found Myself Standing At The Open Door Of A Bookshop. It’s Natural In Times Of Great Perplexity, I Think, To Seek Out The Familiar, And The High Shelves And Long Rows Of Neatly Lined-up Spines Were Immensely Reassuring. Amid The Smell Of Ink And Binding, The Dusty Motes In Beams Of Strained Sunlight, The Embrace Of Warm, Tranquil Air, I Felt That I Could Breathe More Easily.

Mother Didn't Understand That Children Aren't Frightened By Stories; That Their Lives Are Full Of Far More Frightening Things Than Those Contained In Fairy Tales.

Even The Most Pragmatic Person Fell Victim At Times To A Longing For Something Other.

Percy Climbed The First Step, Then The Next, Remembering The Thousands Of Times She'd Run Through The Door, In A Hurry To Get To The Future, To Whatever Was Coming Next, To This Moment.

We're All Unique, Just Never In The Ways We Imagine.