The natural world is so adaptable...So adaptable you wonder what's natural.

Older teens tend to write to me and say, 'Thank you for not writing down to teenagers.'

We are the nation of dreams. We are seers. We are wizards. We speak in visions. Our letters are like flocks of doves, released from under our hats. We have only to stretch out our hand and desire, and what we wish for settles like a kerchief in our palm. We are a race of sorcerers, enchanters. We are Atlantis. We are the wizard-isle of Mu.

I looked at her, and she was smiling like she was broken.

We must curb ourfury, and allow sadness to diminish, and speak our stories with coolness and deliberation.

I could see my face, crying, in her blank eye.

Empedolces claims that in utero, our backbone is one long solid; and that through the constriction of the womb and the punishments of birth it must be snapped again and again to form our vertebrae; that for the child to have a spine, his back must first be broken