When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.

In the end we are all caught in devices of our own making. I believe that. In the end we are all caught.

Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.

What if I fall?', Tim cried. Maerlyn laughed. 'Sooner or later, we all do.

As always at these times when he felt really in need of God the front of his mind was serene, but the deeper part, where faith did constant battle with doubt, was terrified that there would be no answer.

High school isn't a very important place. When you're going you think it's a big deal, but when it's over nobody really thinks it was great unless they're beered up.

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.