I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories...
I figure all oracular devices are just a way for us to focus on what we already know, but can’t quite grab onto. It works the same as a ritual does in a church: You get enough people focused on someth...
You could only make art by setting it free. Anything else was just a memory, no matter how you stored it. On film or paper, sculpted or recorded.
Nothing’s free in this world, Zeffy told her, except leftovers and friendship, and even friendship costs. The difference is, usually we don’t mind paying the coin it requires.
I'm not...' Angharad began, but then she thought. Not what? Not a bad person? Perhaps. But had she never known anger? Never held unkind thoughts? The stranger's observation was valid. No one was innoc...
I can’t imagine it now, but I must’ve been innocent at some time in my life. A baby don’t just get itself born bad, do it?