But that’s what we all are – just stories. We only exist by how people remember us, by the stories we make of our lives. Without the stories, we’d ju… - Charles de Lint

She calls herself Tallulah, but I know who she really is. A name can’t begin to encompass the sum of all her parts. But that’s the magic of names, isn’t it? That the complex, contradictory individuals we are can be called up complete and whole in another mind through the simple sorcery of a name.

Every book tells a different story to the person who reads it. How they perceive that book will depend on who they are. A good book reflects the reader, as much as it illuminates the author's text.

But this was what happened when you mined the past. You gave up control of the present.