I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures.

There's something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are.

Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?

the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half

Nothin' wrong with havin' a cat in the house. They can see what most people can't, like the folks in the Otherworld when they cross back over - the good ones and the bad. And they get rid a mice.

In history, she wasn't there while we reenacted the Lincoln-Douglas Debate, and Mr. Lee tried to make me argue the Pro-Slavery side, most likely as punishment for some future liberally minded paper I was bound to write.