Most children are given far too much praise for their early drawings, so much so that they rarely learn the ability to refine their first crude efforts the way their early attempts at language are corrected.

Once upon a time there was what there was, and if nothing had happened there would be nothing to tell.

There was too much going on here -- too much that strayed from odd all the way over into seriously weird.

The road leading to a goal does not separate you from the destination; it is essentially a part of it.

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.

I can’t imagine it now, but I must’ve been innocent at some time in my life. A baby don’t just get itself born bad, do it?

There's never an easy route to the things that matter.