Sourmelina's Secret (as Aunt Zo Put It):

There Comes A Moment, When You Get Lost In The Woods, When The Woods Begin To Feel Like Home.

In The End We Had The Pieces Of The Puzzle, But No Matter How We Put Them Together, Gaps Remained, Oddly Shaped Emptinesses Mapped By What Surrounded Them, Like Countries We Couldn't Name.

I Want An Ending That’s Satisfying. I’m More Of A Classical Writer Than A Modernist One In That I Want The Ending To Be Coherent And Feel Like An Ending. I Don’t Like When It Just Seems To Putter Out. I Mean, Life Is Chaotic Enough.

We Realized That The Version Of The World They Rendered For Us Was Not The Version Of The World They Really Believed In.

Winter Is The Season Of Alcoholism And Despair.