All writers have this vague hope that the elves will come in the night and finish any stories.

There was no moon but the night sky was a riot of crisp and glittering autumn stars. There were streetlights too and lights on buildings and on bridges which looked like earthbound stars and they glimmered repeated as they were reflected with the city in the night water of the Thames. It’s fairyland thought Richard.

Virginia is the place, where, technologically speaking, they will burn people at the stake for possessing such things as toasters.

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.

Words can be worrisome, poeple complex, motives and manners unclear, grant her the wisdom to choose her path right, free from unkindness and fear.

If there's one thing that a study of history has taught us, it is that things can always get worse.

Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.