" Their young, perfect bodies, wasted, squandered, covered in the end with wet grass they'd pulled into the pit from the surrounding plain. Trying to put it off. Children. Children in the grip of a vision whose origins lay down within my own young dreams, in the wild freedom those dreams had represented for me, in my desperation: to build and destroy and rebuild, to create mazes on blank pages. "

― John Darnielle , Wolf in White Van