We Can Buy You One Of Those

What Would Demons," She Said, "want With Our Microwave?

And What Colour Do You Suppose The Inner Depths Of Your Soul Are, Will Herondale?' 'mauve,' Said Will.

You'd Better Hurry Up To The Gard And Back. God Knows What Depravity We Might Get Up To Here Without Your Guidance.

And You Should Not Be Out And About In Your Nightgown. There Are Lightwoods Wandering These Halls.

We Live And Breathe Words. .... It Was Books That Made Me Feel That Perhaps I Was Not Completely Alone. They Could Be Honest With Me, And I With Them. Reading Your Words, What You Wrote, How You Were Lonely Sometimes And Afraid, But Always Brave; The Way You Saw The World, Its Colors And Textures And Sounds, I Felt-i Felt The Way You Thought, Hoped, Felt, Dreamt. I Felt I Was Dreaming And Thinking And Feeling With You. I Dreamed What You Dreamed, Wanted What You Wanted-and Then I Realized That Truly I Just Wanted You