Sometimes the only way to carry a heavy burden is to share it with another

I once lost five years listening to a Pink Floyd album.

When I started, I was pretty sure I was going to be writing some goofy little wizard novels that might make me some part-time money and would hopefully lead to something I could do better.

Sometimes I think that's where most of us are. Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It's that second bit that's important.

And thrice do I say to thee...bite me.

Honest. It's almost always best to go with honest. It means you never have to worry about getting your story straight.

Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.