Wild:

There are moments in my life when every cliche about being adrift in an ocean makes sense; moments where I know nothing, of myself or this world.

There are other moments when, if I find it ridiculous, it is because life has made that understanding inconceivable--or, perhaps, too deep to cast aside completely. In those moments, I am Tessa Gray, I am Cassel Sharpe, I am utterly myself--and the world itself will open to me. Thief and warlock and human, more human than not, that little ocean is far from me, and I will do as I will.

For all such thoughts do not bode well for impulse or temptation, I still know my own heart; and I will still go home one day.