Time is like a wheel. Turning and turning - never stopping. And the woods are the center; the hub of the wheel. It began the first week of summer, a strange and breathless time when accident, or fate, bring lives together. When people are led to do things, they've never done before. On this summersday, not so very long ago, the wheel set lives in motion in mysterious ways.

Readers are lucky - they will never be bored or lonely.

Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.

Don't fear death, fear the un-lived life

Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live.

my mother always found me out. Always. She's been dead for thirty-five years, but I have this feeling that even now she's watching.

It'd be nice to have a new name, to start with, one that's not all worn out from being called so much.