I've cried over mine. At least once. I'm not telling when, or in which book.

But they DO come out and get you. They do. There are times that you type something in and then stare at the screen at what you've just typed in, and you can swear, absolutely swear, that you did not write that, that it came from somewhere way way way beyond yourself and beyond your understanding. And you have tears in your eyes. And you don't know why.

Words. They're power. I am infinitely grateful that they are my friends.