William Spiver said that the universe was expanding…that means there will be more of everything! More cheese puffs, more jelly sandwiches, more words, more poems, more love. And more giant donuts…mayb...
Why would you save me?Because you, mouse, can tell Gregory a story. Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.'- A Tale of...
Who can say what astonishments are hidden inside the most mundane being?
What you giving me them shifty-eyed looks for?
To have someone get out of bed and bring you little fishes and sit with you as you eat them in the dark of night. To hum to you. This is love.
Thinking about her was the same as the hole you keep on feeling with your tongue after you lose a tooth. Time after time, my mind kept going to that empty spot, the spot where I felt like she should b...
Things are not at all what they seem to be: oh no, not at all.
There ain't no point in making soup unless others eat it. Soup needs another mouth to taste it, another heart to be warmed by it.
The world is dark, and light is precious.
The rat called Chiaroscuro did not look away. He let the light from the upstairs world enter him and fill him. He gasped aloud with the wonder of it.
That was the thing about tragedy. It was just sitting there, keeping you company, waiting. And you had absolutely no idea.
That is surely the truth, at least for now. But perhaps you have not noticed: the truth is forever changing.
Sometimes, it seemed like everybody in the world was lonely. I thought about my mama. Thinking about her was the same as the hole you keep on feeling with your tongue after you lose a tooth. Time afte...
Sometimes there are no reasons. Often, most of the time, there are no reasons. The world cannot be explained.
Sometimes he reminded me of a turtle hiding inside its shell, in there thinking about things and not ever sticking his head out into the world.
Once there was a princess who was very beautiful. She shone bright as the stars on a moonless night. But what difference did it make that she was beautiful? None. No difference.Why did it make no diff...
Never use anybody else's power, but always use yours.
My heart, thought Edward, my heart is broken.
Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away.
Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away. Where, for instance, were his brothers now? He did not know; he could not say. Madam