As long as you can Houdini your way out of the Sisyphean constraints then originality happens.

Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.

I think the story is the most ancient form of human entertainment.

One cannot pass by without thinking of the density of men in the ground.

Gosh. The subjunctive is always the first to go.

Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' conscience; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Mephi replied, "History suggests, not until they are made to.

The human world is made of stories, not people.