The Story Is Always Better Than Your

I've Always Been Fascinated By The Grassroots Folktale Level Of A Culture, And As A Storyteller, I Have To Follow What Seems To Be Leading Me On.

So, What Do You Do When You Know You Have Two Days To Live? Eat An Entire Bitter Chocolate Death Cake All By Myself. Reread My Favorite Novel. Buy Eight Dozen Roses From The Best Florist In Town--the Super Expensive Ones, The Ones That Smell Like Roses Rather Than Merely Looking Like Them--and Put Them All Over My Apartment. Take A Good Long Look At Everyone I Love.

The Touch Of Evil Poisons By The Idea Of It. Reject The Idea, And You've Rejected The Evil

What You Describe Is How It Happens To Everyone: Magic Does Slide Through You, And Disappear, And Come Back Later Looking Like Something Else. And I'm Sorry To Tell You This, But Where Your Magic Lives Will Always Be A Great Dark Space With Scraps You Fumble For. You Must Learn To Sniff Them Out In The Dark.

What We Can Do, We Must Do: We Must Use What We Are Given, And We Must Use It The Best We Can, However Much Or Little Help We Have For The Task. What You Have Been Given Is A Hard Thing--a Very Hard Thing... But My Darling, What If There Were No One Who Could Do The Difficult Things?