Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine.

This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existence. Or lack thereof.

Can you believe it? Fifty miles from McDonald's. I didn't think there was anywhere in the world that was fifty miles from McDonald's.

And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.

If you can't eat it, drink it, smoke it, or snort it... then f*ck it!

Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story. (from 'Instructions')