Philosophers have argued for centuries about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, but materialists have known all along that it depends on whether they are jitterbugging or dancing cheek to...
If you cherish something enough, she told me, it doesn't matter how old or worn or useless it's become; your caring for it immediately raises its value in somebody else's eyes. It's just like rehab- a...
I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is. I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them--as many as there are people--because each person perceives th...
Change wasn’t necessarily bad. It was just scary.
I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I...
Living in an environment I can't control doesn't scare me. I'm partial to the surprises.
Yes, no. I don't know. It's all so confusing. I'm just a kid.Abuelo smiled. You kept saying that while you told me your story, but what does it mean?That I'm too young to have to be making decisions l...
What do they say about meeting a bear in the woods? Oh right, you shouldn't. And to make sure you don't, you should make a lot of noise so that they'll will know where you are and keep their distance...
We're so quick to cut away pieces of ourselves to suit a particular relationship, a job, a circle of friends, incessantly editing who we are until we fit in.
Time had ceased to feel linear. She looked up through the crisscrossing branches, thick with buds, into the night sky. The stars tugged at her gaze, trying to pull her up among them, or she was pullin...
He’s this Goth dude, can control people. Goth, like a Visigoth German Viking of the middle ages, or a Neil Gaiman-looking, Robert Smith, make-up-and-moonbeams Cure fan? What’s a Neil Gaiman? You’re an...
He had too much cat in his blood - a deep-rooted feline twitch that would travel the length of his nerves to tickle his mind at the faintest sign of a mystery, no matter how small. He could no more le...
Gina always believed there was magic in the world. But it doesn't work in the way it does in fairy tales, she told me. It doesn't save us. We have to save ourselves.
But what the evil people do, that's their responsibility. The burden they have to carry. Sure, when we see 'em starting on causing some hurt, we've got to try and stop 'em, but mostly what the rest of...
Bi kashtesko merel i yag, his Uncle Nonka would have said. Without wood the fire would die. Dwelling on sorrow and prikaza merely made them grow.
Beauty isn't what you see on TV or in magazine ads or even necessarily in art galleries. It's a lot deeper and a lot simpler than that. It's realizing the goodness of things, it's leaving the world a...
We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's t...
There's more to life than just surviving . . . but . . . sometimes just surviving is all you get
There was dusting and sweeping to do, books to be put away. Lovely books. It didn't matter to Dick if they were serious leather-bound tomes or paperbacks with garish covers. He loved them all, for the...
There is no event so momentous that it hasn’t been seen before, no trouble so grand that won’t look small from another perspective.