And then it went, and time passed properly once more, every second following every other second just like they're meant to.

“October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter…”

“We weren't arguing,” said the bear. “Because we can't talk.” Then it said, “Oop…”

“It’s easier to believe in aliens than in gods,”

“Writing may or may not be your salvation; it might or might not be your destiny…”