Billy squinted at me. "Why are you letting them go?" "Because they're real." "How do you know?" "The one I was holding crapped on my hand.

What is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?

My friend is going to save a little girl from monsters. I am going with him. That's what friends do.

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.

Vanity, thy name is vampire.

All power is the same. Magic. Physical strength. Economic strength. Political strength. It all serves a single purpose-it gives its possessor a broader spectrum of choices. It creates alternative courses of action.

People love dogs. You can never go wrong adding a dog to the story.