I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Set your fantasies in the here and now and then, if challenged, claim to be writing Magical Realism.

Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.

In reality the world is made of thousands of groups of about five hundred people, all of whom will spend their lives bumping into each other, trying to avoid each other, and discovering each other in the same unlikely teashop in Vancouver. There is an unavoidability to this process. It's not even coincidence. It's just the way the world works, with no regard for individuals or propriety.

Now me,” said Mr. Vandemar. “What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?” “What number am I thinking of?” repeated Mr. Vandemar. “It’s between one and a lot,” he added, helpfully.

I can get away before the storm hits. Away from a world in which opiates have become the religion of the masses.

You don't have to stay anywhere forever.