Sometimes I think that ideas float through the atmosphere like huge squishy pumpkins, waiting for heads to drop on.

It stared at them, and it paused for a hundred years, which transpired in a dozen heart beats.

If people are standing up there saying, my football team just won with help from God, then obviously God just pissed over the other team.

Once, I was a poet, and, like all poets, I spent too long in the Kingdom of Dreams.

For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.

There are some as are what they are. And there are some as aren't what they seem to be. And there are some as only seem to be what they seem to be.

People talk about escapism as if it's a bad thing... Once you've escaped, once you come back, the world is not the same as when you left it. You come back to it with skills, weapons, knowledge you didn't have before. Then you are better equipped to deal with your current reality.