“I could write paper people and I would love them too; I could make them almost real.”

“I could write stories; I could hide from the world and make my own instead of trying to change it or live in it. I could make paper people and I would love them too; I could make them almost real.”

“My words never last long. I have to destroy them before anyone sees them. But. I remember them all. For some reason, the act of writing them down makes me remember. Each word I write brings me closer to finding the right ones. And when I see Ky again, which I know will happen, I will whisper the words I have written in his ear, against his lips. and they will change from ash and nothing into flesh and blood.”

“For some reason, the act of writing them down makes me remember. Each word I write brings me closer to finding the right one.”

“I could go above ground now and then to gather food and paper, and isn't that enough to live on?”

“They could not write their names, but I can write mine, and I will again, somewhere where it will last for a long, long time. I will find Ky, and then I will find that place.”

“And I think, If i dared to ever open that paper, this would be the place.”