A small joke at eternity’s expense.
The act of making things is a dangerous discovery.
I can give you oranges or secrets.
My particular creature is not a comfortable beast to live with. But we know each other well.
I blame dragons and writers because, in my experience, they’re usually where the trouble starts.
If you give me your words I’ll make them a galaxy.
Good distractions, contrary to common opinion, don’t happen every day.
The rustling on either side could be anything.
Sometimes a phrase shows up in your brain and refuses to leave.
You’re invited to – what else? – your life.