Magic?” What did magic have to do with breaking into someone’s store and stealing their stuff?”Don’t you get it?” Peter said. “You’re free now. You don’t have to live by their rules anymore.” Peter pointed...

Old Hubert must have had a premonition of his squalid demise. In October he said to me, ‘Forty-two years I’ve had this place. I’d really like to go back home, but I ain’t got the...

Dancing? Not only do I have two left feet, but they’re different sizes. And I don’t put them in shoes—I store them in glass jars in my basement.

More people are leaving TV behind to read my books than ever before. In the last year alone I gained over two readers (three, to be exact). So I’d like to take a moment and...

I’m strapped for cash, and I’m also strapped to a chair in someone’s basement.

Two similar words might lead to two similar ideas. They might also lead to the basement, which I recently converted into a dungeon/torture chamber.

I hid my grief well. (Hint: it’s in the basement)

If something bad smells in the basement, it will eventually make its way to the attic.