What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.

It's not all about getting your own way. Sometimes there's a bigger picture.

A name can't begin to encompass the sum of all her parts. But that's the magic of names, isn't it? That the complex, contradictory individuals we are can be called up complete and whole in another mind through the simple sorcery of a name.

It was all cheese and applause.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

Tattoos...are the stories in your heart, written on your skin.

I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is. I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them--as many as there are people--because each person perceives the world in his or her own way; each lives in his or her own world. Sometimes they connect, for a moment, or more rarely, for a lifetime, but mostly we are alone, each living in our own world, suffering our small deaths.