You don't have to be invisible to disappear.

Amanda, you finally decided to answer the phone,” her mom exclaimed after picking up at the first ring. “Where’ve you been, what’ve you been up to?”

“Mom, do you remember when I was a kid, I had a friend, he was a Personification of the Sydney Tar Ponds, sort of my imaginary friend?” Mandy asked.

“No, what in the name of god are you on about?” her mom sighed in exasperation.

“Remember? Only I could see him, but he was real and he was my best friend when I was eighteen?” Mandy insisted.

“No, I don't remember Alecto Sydney Steele at all,” said her mom all too quickly.

Mandy would much rather have imaginary friends who were real than real friends who were imaginary.

The child psychologist's clinic: where imaginary friends go to die, where dreams go to burn, where creativity goes to drown.

Nobody really wants to be your friend when they discover that you work with dead people.

You don't understand," Alecto replied vacantly. "It isn't that I want to die... I just don't want to exist.