No story has a beginning, and no story has an end. Beginnings and endings may be conceived to serve a purpose, to serve a momentary and transient intent, but they are, in their fundamental nature, arbitrary and exist solely as a convenient construct in the minds of man. Lives are messy, and when we set out to relate them, or parts of them, we cannot ever discern precise and objective moments when any given event began. All beginnings are arbitrary.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man will poke out his eye to fit in.

All too infrequently do I encounter a new voice as delightful, compelling, and intelligent as that of Molly Tanzer.

A book may only be judged for what it is, not what you'd like it to be.

Hauntings are memes, especially pernicious thought contagions, social contagions that need no viral or bacterial host and are transmitted in a thousand different ways. A book, a poem, a song, a bedtime story, a grandmother's suicide, the choreography of a dance, a few frames of film, a diagnosis of schizophrenia, a deadly tumble from a horse, a faded photograph, or a story you tell your daughter.

Magick may be no more than the willful invocation of awe.

Normal is a bitter pill that we rail against.