Alice, Frodo, Sherlock. All good, lifelong friends of mine. The only ones I’ve had, really. Unlike flesh-and-blood people, you can depend on them. You know what they’ll say, what they’ll do. Any time you’re feeling lonely, just open a book and there they are. Many a time they’ve helped chase away my blues. Their creators are gone, but they live on.

I want to be like them, but I know no one will ever write about me.