The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.

Never trust the storyteller. Only trust the story.

There are a number of paths that lead to this place. I have been avoiding them for some small time, now.

Discontent is a good thing: discontented people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different.

Also, in my bedroom, nobody minded if I kept the hall door half-open, allowing in enough light that I was not scared of the dark, and, just as important, allowing me to read secretly, after my bedtime, using the dim hallway light to read by, if I needed to. I always needed to.

I wanted to write something that would be a comedy in the sense of making people feel happier when they finish it than they did when began it.

For some, it was easier to take the leap from the leafless tree and dance on nothing until dancing was done.