A Bullet In The Right Place Can

Performing Magic Has A Lot To Do With The Arrangement Of Apparent Coincidences And Providing Pathways Along Which Desires Can Travel, Or, To Put It In More Basic Terms, There's Little Point In Sigilizing For A Lottery Win If You Don't Also Buy A Lottery Ticket.

Your Head's Like Mine, Like All Our Heads; Big Enough To Contain Every God And Devil There Ever Was. Big Enough To Hold The Weight Of Oceans And The Turning Stars. Whole Universes Fit In There! But What Do We Choose To Keep In This Miraculous Cabinet? Little Broken Things, Sad Trinkets That We Play With Over And Over. The World Turns Our Key And We Play The Same Little Tune Again And Again And We Think That Tune's All We Are.

I Was A Clubber In The Nineties. I Went Dancing Every Week.

Adults...struggle Desperately With Fiction, Demanding Constantly That It Conform To The Rules Of Everyday Life. Adults Foolishly Demand To Know How Superman Can Possibly Fly, Or How Batman Can Possibly Run A Multibillion-dollar Business Empire During The Day And Fight Crime At Night, When The Answer Is Obvious Even To The Smallest Child: Because It's Not Real.

I Thought I Could Capture The Stories Of The City On Paper. I Thought I Could Write About The Horrors Of The City. Horror Stories You See. I Tell You I Didn't Have To Look Far For Material. Everywhere I Looked, There Were Stories Hidden There In The Dark Corners. . . . I Wrote And Still There Were More. . . . No One Would Publish Them. 'too Horrible,' They Said. 'sick Mind,' They Said. I Thought I Could Write About The Horrors Of The City But The Horror Is Too Big And It Goes On Forever.