Battles That Last Five Minutes Spawn Legends

We Fool Ourselves So Much We Could Do It For A Living.

What If I Fall?', Tim Cried. Maerlyn Laughed. 'sooner Or Later, We All Do.

And All That Weirdness Isn't Just Going On Outside. It's In You Too, Right Now, Growing In The Dark Like Magic Mushrooms. Call It The Thing In The Cellar. Call It The Blow Lunch Factor. Call It The Loony Tunes File. I Think Of It As My Private Dinosaur, Huge, Slimy, And Mindless, Stumbling Around In The Stinking Swamp Of My Subconscious, Never Finding A Tar Pit Big Enough To Hold It.

It Hurt, Of Course, But More Often Than Not The Best Things Do, I've Found.

I Never Saw Any Of My Dad's Stories. My Mother Said He Had Piles And Piles Of Manuscripts.