anything that stretches the mind is a help to the potential author.

In our dreams we are able to fly . . . and that is a remembering of how we were meant to be.

When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening.

I am also four, and twelve, and fifteen, and twenty-three, and thirty-one, and forty-five and . . . and . . . and . . .

As human beings, the closest we can get to truth is through story.

I wrote because I wanted to know what everything was about.

Oh child, your language is so utterly simple and limited that it has the affect of extreme complication. -Aunt Beast