He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

We have traveled through space and time. We have been many places. Visited many worlds. And there is good news: the acoustics everywhere are terrific.

To each his own magic.

There is no greater power on this earth than story.

We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope, a handful of stardust and sinew? We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream? or are you but a part of mine?

Theta blew out another plume of cigarette smoke. “Not interested. Love’s messy, kiddo. Let those other girls get moony-eyed and goofy. Me? I got plans.

Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?