All Your Tomorrows Start Here.

That's Sexism, That Is. Going Around Giving People Girly Presents Just Because They're A Girl.

I Don't Want Whatever I Want. Nobody Does. Not Really. What Kind Of Fun Would It Be If I Just Got Everything I Ever Wanted Just Like That, And It Didn't Mean Anything? What Then?

Words Save Our Lives, Sometimes.

Short Stories Are Tiny Windows Into Other Worlds And Other Minds And Other Dreams

Only The Phoenix Rises And Does Not Descend. And Everything Changes. And Nothing Is Truly Lost.