There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are people who put it back. - Charles de Lint

It may sound trite, but using the weapons of the enemy, no matter how good one's intentions, makes one the enemy.

I knew it wasn't simply escape that lay on the far side of the borders of fairyland. Instinctively I knew crossing over would mean more than fleeing the constant terror and shame that was mine at that time in my life. There was a knowledge that ran deeper — an understanding hidden in the marrow of my bones that only I can access — telling me that by crossing over, I'd be coming home.

What if time's not linear, the way people think it is? What if the past, present and future are all going on at the same time, only they're separated by- oh, I don't know- a kind of gauze or something. And maybe there are people that can see through that gauze.