Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure?

Your dreams will betray you. Go nowhere on a horse that fades.

The dictate of the light says: Know yourself and what you are. The dark replies, By all means, but then become afraid.

Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure?

Condemned and executioner with aren't coupled in a primitive rite.

The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that is cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.

I will draw you back to me. You shall see. By a chain of stars.