Time is a keyhole.... We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do--the wind that blows through the keyhole--is the breath of all the living universe.

stop now before i kill you a word to the wise from your friend PENNYWISE

Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home.

Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.

If the stuff you're writing is not for yourself, it won't work.

Relief loosens tongues beyond measure.

I choose to believe in God, but I have serious doubts.