He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

I think I've got Fear down, but how do I take it all the way up to Terror?

You've a good heart. Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it's not.

And I would try and walk far enough away that people would not assume I was with him.

Tools, of course, can be the subtlest of traps.

I'm bored," she said. "Learn how to tap-dance," he suggested, without turning around.

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.