Island

I hate the way people who know things act as if it’s incredible that you don’t. Why assume there are certain god-given bloody things everybody’s born knowing?

What is it like? Being brought up in care?
It is like the boy in The Snow Queen. He gets a splinter of ice in his eye. It changes everything he sees to cold and ugly.

You don’t have to be nice to be clever. You don’t have to be liked to be clever. You can be clever all on your own.