There Will Be Water If God Wills

Nobody Lives Forever, But We All Shine On.

I Think That Friendship Always Makes Us Feel Such Sweet Gratitude, Because The World Almost Always Seems Like A Very Hard Desert, And The Flowers That Grow There Seem To Grow Against Such High Odds.

I Think Telling Stories Is Like Pushing Something. Pushing Against Uncreation Itself, Maybe.

The Brain Is A Muscle That Can Move The World.

The Dream Might Have Been More Than A Dream. It Was As If A Door In The Wall Of Reality Had Come Ajar... And Now All Sorts Of Unwelcome Things Were Flying Through.