If the same object from two different times touches itself, one of two things will happen. Either the Universe will cease to exist. Or three remarkable dwarfs will dance through the streets with flowerpots on their heads.

My ideal reader is me. And yes, my ideal reader comes with me and is forgiving.

It's a wonderful thing, as a writer, to be given parameters and walls and barriers.

And I would try and walk far enough away that people would not assume I was with him.

Of course, everyone's parents are embarrassing. It goes with the territory. The nature of parents is to embarrass merely by existing, just as it is the nature of children of a certain age to cringe with embarrassment, shame, and mortification should their parents so much as speak to them on the street.

The lower you start, the more opportunities you have.

How can you be happy in this world? You have a hole in your heart. You have a gateway inside you to lands beyond the world you know. They will call you, as you grow.