I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don't have names.

There were days when he touched the tip of her nose and it was enough, a miracle of plenty.

I love taking things out of context and playing with them and chopping up rules.

Magic is an exercise of a pattern of thought (sometimes represented by a gesture, ritual, or the calling of a true name) that results in manifestation/s. But these patterns of thought can have so much to do with whimsy that magic often is jokes.

I do tend to feel more connected to dead writers, perhaps because they have finished their work.

That's the ideal meeting...once upon a time, only once, unexpectedly, then never again.

Because things grow. Wherever there is air and light and open space, things grow.