The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed: It was past eight thirty and still light.

Because you're my friend, wingnut.

Lies are attempts to hide the truth by willfully denying facts. Fiction, on the other hand, is an attempt to reveal the truth by ignoring facts.

This is so much fun, but I’m so sleepy. To be continued?

So keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe.

Maybe some people need to believe in a proper and omnipotent God to pray, but I don't.

We imagine people as animals or gods. -But she was just a person, a girl.