Don't you understand that wanting does not belong here, because that is what wounds, and there is never an end to it.

Short stories do not say this happened and this happened and this happened. They are a microcosm and a magnification rather than a linear progression.

Cracks especially. You have to be careful of the cracks.. Sometimes they are disguised as something else. A doorway, or a smile or even a winking eye. And if you fall through them, you never know were you will end up.

Never trust a mirror,' his mother had told him. 'They never tell the truth unless you make them.

Laughter is a powerful weapon for it carries the light. To laugh is to defy the darkness.

The very shape of our dreams defines us. We learn about the world and try out our thoughts and visions in them. Our dreams goad us and drive us and summon and sustain us and when we are old they comfort us. Magic is a kind of dream, and love is a dream, and hope is a dream. Without our dreams, there is no sweetness, no purpose to life.

Only humans think death is evil. But it is nature. Evil exist's only in life. There is much good and evil alloted to each life.