You made this?' Finn looks at me. 'No, Saint Anthony brought it to me in the night. He was very put out I didn't give it to you right then.

A frightening menagerie, my emotions are Too many and varied to number Like creatures they crawl and they fly above Tearing my body asunder.

I guess now would be a good time to tell you," He said. "I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again." For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you.

Write the book you've always wanted to read, but can't find on the shelf.

So here's my theory, and this is such crap science, I don't have to tell you. It's science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.