On the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world. - Shirley Jackson

To learn what we fear is to learn who we are.

"When I was a child," Theodora said lazily, "' — many years ago,' Doctor, as you put it so tactfully — I was whipped for throwing a brick through a greenhouse roof. I remember I thought about if for a long time, remembering the whipping but remembering also the lovely crash, and after thinking about it very seriously I went out and did it again."

I would have to find something else to bury here and I wished it could be Charles.