I have lived a thousand years, and then there were none.
Dawn. An acquaintance with darkness.
Numbering all the bones.
Where I’d like to be a year down yonder?
Out of the dust. Happily ever after, The end.
The secret language of girls:
“they say, I say,”
“the elements of style,”
“the inner eye of love,”
Chamber of secrets.
“I’m nobody! Who are you?” “The ‘anybodies.’… an abundance of Katherines… someone like you. Special.”