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

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

Everything that is,casts a shadow

When you reach the little house, the place your journey started, you will recognize it, although it will seem much smaller than you remember. Walk up the path, and through the garden gate you never saw before but once. And then go home. Or make a home. And rest.

I'd love to write some porn, but I don't know if I have the right engines. When I was a young man and I was tempted to write porn, imaginary parents would appear over my shoulder and read what I was writing; just about the point that I managed to banish the imaginary parents, real children would lean over my shoulder and read what I was writing.

The boy had the towering arrogance only seen in the greatest of artists and all nine-year-old boys.

Adventures are all very well in their place, but there's a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.