On The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane - I had done my duty in the morning, spoken the words I was mean to speak, and I meant them as I spoke them. . . - - I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. - - 'How old are you, really?' I asked. 'Eleven.' I thought for a bit. Then I asked, 'How long have you been eleven for?' She smiled at me. - - Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do,...