Dolls fire our collective imagination, for better and - too often - for worse. From life-size dolls the same height as the little girls who carry them, to dolls whose long hair can 'grow' longer, to B...
Children often didn’t notice the things adults classified as disastrous. The opposite, Whitcomb thought, was also true.
The Cinderella Game Kelly Link
So the little girl collected feeling like a cistern collects the rain, and when she held too much, she pulled it out and sealed it in beautiful vessels.
It’s one of those stories that needs tellin’ because it’s heavy, Tom said. Tellin’ it makes it easier to carry.
If man could be crossed with the cat, it would improve the man but deteriorate the cat— Now
I subscribe to the tea-kettle theory of art, she’d responded. Open the valve and the energy escapes.
Were like plaque in the arteries of the imagination, they clogged the sense of what was possible. Maybe
The scent of overpriced coffee was like the armpit of God.
Everything spoken on this earth contains a truth not always apparent at the time.
Sometimes God needs a sacrifice. Sometimes the road is complicit. No life is sacrosanct.
A man with no memory is interesting, while a man with sad memories can’t be buried fast enough.
I hated and loved him in turns, as witches will do, for our hearts are strange and inexplicable.
This story is about the eschatology of shadow puppets.
Moral: If at first you don’t succeed, invent fire. Or hire a chef. Preferably one with imagination. Jane Yolen,
Merchant Bashir got up and plodded to a pile of rugs. He grabbed a kilim and unrolled it across the floor. A mosaic of black, yellow, and maroon geometries glimmered. He taught me rug weaving. It’s a...
I’m too exhausted to sleep,
I am thirty-two years old, and the best I can do on a Saturday is accompany my married friends to a craft fair. The thought inspired an instant twitch of self-loathing, because it was such a lame lame...
—Only fools and the dead never change their mind.
We look about in puzzlement at our world, with a sense of unease and disquiet. We think of ourselves as scholars in arcane liturgies, single men trapped in worlds beyond our devising. The truth is far...