It's all connected. When you save any part of the world, you've saved the whole world. In fact, that's the only way it can be done.

One can only walk so far from one's true self before the bond either snaps, or pulls one back.

Not being able to think of a reply is not the same thing as accepting another's words.

Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.

How different would our perception of reality be if... we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?

I was dressed up as a witch for Halloween, and wanted to write a story about my black cat before I went out trick-or-treating. I think it went out with the trash the next day.

Every writer knows a lot more about their characters and story than actually makes it onto the page.