Some pasts exist as a fog that rolls in and out of the present, formed not by air that condenses into mist but memories that condense into tiny doors that open to forgotten moments. Maybe...

Some words were made up without any thought given. Nice is one of them. Nice has no meaning. Nice gets thrown out there to replace something meaningful. Take Goodreads and turn it into Nicereads. This...

This is how everything should end: with the forgotten remembered, the wounded healed, and the sinners forgiven.

How could I have thought that I needed to cure myself in order to fit into the ‘real’ world? I didn’t need curing, and the world didn’t, either; the only thing that did need curing...

Exactly what good are our eyes if they are not willing to see what’s right before us?

The Stars shine down and watch us live Our little lives And weep for us

Of course, I am interested, but I would not dare to talk about them. In talking about the impact of ideas in one field on ideas in another field, one is always apt to make...

That’s what the prom is—St. Patrick’s Day for the young.