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.

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.

Here's the thing. I hate kids. Always have. I mean, I know the job of the race, biologically speaking, is to achieve immortality through reproduction, but the idea of getting impregnated and blowing up like a balloon as I serve as a carrier and service unit for this other person who will eventually burst out of me in the most terrifying way imaginable, then carry on using me one way or another for the rest of my life, is right up there with throwing myself off the top of a twenty-story building. If I have a biological clock, it is digital and does not tick.

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.

Sometimes success demands a certain refined insanity.

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

Life has always been a matter of putting one's feet down carefully