Get on with you, mooning about, wallowing in gooey sentiment. It doesn’t change anything.“It does, though,” said Tess, a blaze igniting in her heart, a blue flame. “Maybe the world isn’t really different, but I am different, and I am in the world.”Not just in it. She was it.

There’s a room in my heart full of unpaid bills. We all have one. It’s useful to go in occasionally and open a few.

No penance could be more terrible than this. Her very heart was dead.

This clod is like my heartI smash it all apartI had one goal, to keep it wholeBut that’s beyond my art