Come what may and hell to pay.

A world emerging, daily, out of nothing, a world that we trust to resemble what we've seen previously. We should know better.

The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing, while the true traveler knows that the novel world about her serves as the most appropriate accessory.

One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her- is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?