It's a mystery. That's the first thing that interests me about the idea of God. If there is one, it's mysterious and powerful and awesome to even consider the concept, and you have to take it seriously.

It's been quite a while since I was really afraid that there was a boogeyman in my closet, although I am still very careful to keep my feet under the covers when I go to sleep, because the covers are magic, and if your feet are covered, it's like boogeyman Kryptonite.

See the BEAR of fearsome size! All the WORLD'S within his eyes. TIME grows thin, the past is a riddle; The TOWER awaits you in the middle.

I have the world's best job. I get paid to hang out in my imagination all day.

Hairstyles change, and skirt lengths, and slang, but high school administrations? Never.

Bird and bear and hare and fish, give my love her fondest wish.

If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.