Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives.

It seems like every time I agree to work with a video game company they go out of business. I stopped because I was starting to feel guilty.

How old are you?" asked Door. Richard was pleased she had asked; he would never have dared. "As old as my tongue," said Hunter, primly, "and a little older than my teeth.

Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom, eh, Dreamlord? The freedom to leave.

If you have something specific and visible to fear, rather than something that could be anything, it is easier.

I've been blogging since February of 2001. When I started blogging, it was a dinosaur blog. It was me and a handful of tyrannosaurs. We'd be writing blog entries like, 'The tyrannosaurus is getting grumpy.'

There's a but, isn't there?" said Coraline. "I can feel it. Like a rain cloud.