And then it went, and time passed properly once more, every second following every other second just like they're meant to.

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

We all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don't to make it all bearable.

I hope the strong women out there aren't quiet and they don't go away, because when people attack you for speaking, the best way to drive them nuts is to smile and carry on speaking, louder, more wisely, more intensely, more articulately than ever.

I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just were.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.

People can get involved in wonderfully creative ways that have nothing to do with you, but spark off things you begin with.