I was a stranger and you took me in. -Joji G. Shoji, d. 1921

Writing may or may not be your salvation; it might or might not be your destiny. But that does not matter. What matters right now are the words, one after another. Find the next word. Write it down.

Whenever it rains you will think of her.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and other dreams

The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.' 'What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow. 'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.

I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.