Little notes that sing, little words that rhyme, make the mighty memories and the dreams of time.

* Yes, we saw him twice last year, but that was for his nonfiction book. Not the same thing.

He stared at me and I felt a change, time meant nothing, never would again!

Somebody force me to care.

All my favorite places, my city had been pulled down.

Well, sometimes I love you on a Saturday night. Sunday morning, you don’t look right.

You only meant well (well, of course you did.)

“I, myself, am… strange and unusual.”

Werewolf Seduction, spooky, scary.

Throughout history, every mystery ever solved has turned out to be Not Magic.

Inner North London, top floor flat, all white walls, white carpet, white cat, rice paper partition, modern art and ambition… (Okay, I still have the beginning memorized)

“Though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.”