But Sister’s bag was there like a shield, and the dagger punched through but couldn’t penetrate a frozen turkey dinner.
Sometimes the imagination could be a useful place to hide in when the going got rough.
Clips,
We ran like young wild furies, where angels feared to tread. The woods were dark and deep. Before us demons fled. We checked Coke bottle bottoms to see how far was far. Our worlds of magic wonder were...
This was a dank, sinister chill: the chill of shadows where poison toadstools grown, their ruddy colors beckoning a child to come, come take a taste of candy.
Strategic Air Command in Omaha
Sergeant Pepper was dead. G.I. Joe lived on. George Bush was president, movies stars were dying from AIDS, kids were smoking crack in the ghettos and the suburbs, Muslims were blowing airliners from t...
No one ever grows up. They may look grown-up, but it's just the clay of time. Men and women are still children deep in their hearts. Mrs. Neville
Matthew fell on his belly, the pain in his ribs making him curl up like a stomped worm.
After years of having a dog, you know him. You know the meaning of his snuffs and grunts and barks. Every twitch of the ears is a question or statement, every wag of the tail is an exclamation.
The color reminded Josh of what the summer sky had looked like when he himself was a child, with all the tomorrows before him and no place to go in any particular hurry.
One Step...and then the next gets you where you're going.- Sister Creep
Maybe he was crazy. Maybe crazy is what they call anybody who’s got magic in them after they’re no longer a child.
Maybe crazy is what they call anybody who's got magic in them after they're no longer a child.
He felt, though, that if love was the desire to possess someone, it was in reality the poor substance of self-love. It seemed to him that a greater, truer love was the desire to open a cage - be it ma...
Hot shouts of neon...
Tears! For I am thy passin’ guest, a sojourner, like all my fathers. Look away from me, that I may know gladness, before I depart and be no more.
You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by silver fila...
Once upon a time, man had a love affair with fire.
If you were my girlfriend I would give you a hundred lightning bugs in a green glass jar, so you could always see your way. I would give you a meadow full of wildflowers, where no two blooms would eve...