The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers.

Here at this far lost end of the continent, where the trail wagons had stopped and the people with them.

The best scientist is open to experience and begins with romance - the idea that anything is possible.

I'll be damned if death wears my sadness for glad rags.

If you dream the proper dreams, and share the myths with people, they will want to grow up to be like you.

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will.

So in sum, what are we? We are the creatures that know and know too much. That leaves us with such a burden again we have a choice, to laugh or cry. No other animal does either. We do, depending on the season and the need.