We have the right, and the obligation, to tell old stories in our own ways, because they are our stories.

You made peace,” said the buffalo man. “You took our words and made them your own. They never understood that they were here—and the people who worshiped them were here—because it suits us that they are here. But we can change our minds. And perhaps we will.

You must have a bladder like Lake Erie. I think empires rose and fell in the time it took you to pee. I could hear it the whole time." Thank you. Do you want something?

Where does contagion end and art begin?

The search for the word gets no easier but nobody else is going to write your novel for you.

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.

It is good for children to find themselves facing the elements of a fairy tale - they are well-equipped to deal with these