I tried to explain as much as I could," Poppet says. "I think I made an analogy about cake." "Well, that must have worked," Widget says. "Who doesn't like a good cake analogy?

I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.

The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold.

This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.

Sometimes I write what I can't paint, and I paint what I can't write. I use a different part of the brain.

You need to understand your limitations so you can overcome them.

They say it's darkest before the dawn, but it also tend to be quietest, and the quiet lets you hear yourself better.