I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.

But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them.

I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just were.

The ties of blood," said Spider, "are stronger than water." Water's not strong," objected Fat Charlie.

Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.

Some of the things are the same no matter which world you're in, kid. One of 'em is this: The quickest way out of something is usually straight through it.

I'm never quite sure if I'm me when I'm dressed up.