The second round of toast popped up behind David. He said, "I don't know what destiny feels like, but if this is it, I don't like it. I want to un-destiny this place from my life.

She could not think what it would be to teach school twelve miles away from home, along among strangers. The less she thought of it the better, for she must go, and she must meet whatever happened as it came.
"Now Mary can have everting she needs, and she can come home this next summer," she said. "Oh, Pa, do you think I - I can teach school?"
"I do, Laura," said Pa. "I am sure of it.

To the confusion of our enemies.

The killer," the old man said. "He's still there. He doesn't want them in the house.

It'd be like a combination lock. Every new portal would make the number of possible worlds she could have gone to increase exponentially.

If you can't turn off your thoughts, who cares how soft your pillow is?"

- David King