Evil Is A Point Of View.

Obviously, A Writer Can't Know Everything About What She Writes. It's Impossible.

But I Still Did Not Realize How Mad She Was, And How Accustomed To Dreaming; And That She Would Not Cry Out For Reality, Rather Would Feed Reality To Her Dreams, A Demon Elf Feeding Her Spinning Wheel With The Reeds Of The World So She Might Make Her Own Weblike Universe.

Everyone Is A Potential Naked Slave To You Once You Become A Trainer.

We Have Such A Terrible, Terrible Misconception Of Science. We Think It Involves The Definite, The Precise, The Known; It Is A Horrid Series Of Gates To An Unknown As Vast Of The Universe; Which Means Endless.

I Can't Get Very Far Away From Christianity, I Can't Get Very Far Away From The Angels And The Saints. I Work Them In Always, In Some Way.