So many things to see$$$ people to do.

Adults should not weep$$$ I knew. They did not have mothers who would comfort them.

I think I'll dismember the world and then I'll dance in the wreckage.

His name is Marcus: he is four and a half and possesses that deep gravity and seriousness that only small children and mountain gorillas have ever been able to master.

As sure as water's wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.

I make art$$$ sometimes I make true art$$$ and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.

It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning$$$ and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.

The house smelled musty and damp$$$ and a little sweet$$$ as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.

I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just were.

To absent friends$$$ lost loves$$$ old gods$$$ and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.