I Needed My Stuff Around Me, And

How Does Newness Come Into The World? How Is It Born? Of What Fusions, Translations, Conjoinings Is It Made? How Does It Survive, Extreme And Dangerous As It Is? What Compromises, What Deals, What Betrayals Of Its Secret Nature Must It Make To Stave Off The Wrecking Crew, The Exterminating Angel, The Guillotine? Is Birth Always A Fall? Do Angels Have Wings? Can Men Fly?

He Knew What He Knew: That The Real World Was Full Of Magic, So Magical Worlds Could Easily Be Real.

Even When Things Are At Their Worst, There's A Little Voice In Your Head Saying, 'good Story!'

She Saw Him Fracture Into Rainbow Colors Through The Prism Of Her Love.

If I Were Asked For A One-sentence Sound Bite On Religion, I Would Say I Was Against It.