He goes his way. We travel a spiral. The quickest way is sometimes the longest.

But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept.

The converse held reassuringly true: daylight was safe. Daylight was always safe.

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.

As sure as water's wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Right," said Fat Charlie conversationally. "You realize, of course, that this means war." It was the traditional war cry of a rabbit when pushed too far.