He Had The Vague Sense Of Standing

...she's Understood The Power Of Stories. Their Magical Ability To Refill The Wounded Part Of People.

. . . Companions Were To Be Valued, Wherever One Found Them.

Hope's One Thing, Expectation's Quite Another.

There’s Something About Hospital Walls; Though Only Made Of Bricks And Plaster, When You’re Inside Them The Noise, The Reality Of The Teeming City Beyond, Disappears; It’s Just Outside The Door, But It Might As Well Be A Magical Land Far, Far Away.

I Want To Be Independent. To Meet Interesting People. ... I Just Mean New People With Clever Things To Say. Things I've Never Heard Before. I Want To Be Free. Open To Whatever Adventure Comes Along And Sweeps Me Off My Feet.