I think I love my dreaming process because one of the things that my dreaming process does is sort out stories for me.

It seems like every time I agree to work with a video game company they go out of business. I stopped because I was starting to feel guilty.

Some hats can only be worn if you're willing to be jaunty, to set them at an angle and to walk beneath them with a spring in your stride as if you're only a step away from dancing. They demand a lot of you.

The cat wrinkled its nose and managed to look unimpressed. "Calling cats," it confided, "tends to be a rather overrated activity. Might as well call a whirlwind.

Is the chemical aftertaste the reason why people eat hot dogs, or is it some kind of bonus?

Something told him that something was coming to an end. Not the world, exactly. Just the summer. There would be other summers, but there would never be one like this. Ever again.

There is a madness, yes, this is true. Few mortals possess it, the willingness to step away from the protection of sanity. To walk into the wild wood of madness...