We are as we are. How can you claim to know what life I was meant to lead, let alone threaten to force me into it? All your quibbling is nonsense. As well forbid your nose to snuff, or your ears to hear. We are as we do.

The fight isn't over until you win.

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

Do you do this because you live such short lives? Tell yourselves wild tales of what might happen tomorrow, and feel all the feelings of events that will never happen? Perhaps to make up for the pasts you cannot recall, you invent futures that will not exist.

Very little worth knowing is taught by fear.

I healed. Not completely. A scar is never the same as good flesh, but it stops the bleeding.

I began attempting to write for children under the mistaken assumption that writing for children was easy.