The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don’t really know what you’re going to get.

To a new generation of butterflies, hopefully less stupid than last. Maybe they were burgeoning even now in fat little cocoons. Or maybe not.

We only get to be one person; we don't even get to choose that person. By the time we get ahold of ourselves, we are pieces already in play.

Head held high, she stepped toward the block and sank to her knees, and it was then that Akiva started to scream. His voice soared over the pandemonium - a scream to scour the souls of all gathered, a sound to drive ghosts from their nests.

Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them. And its snap split the world in two.

Hey! My body may be small, but my soul is large. It’s why I wear platforms. So I can reach the top of my soul.