Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

“At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to cons…”

“What we’ve got here is a lunatic genius ghost-in-the-computer monorail that lik…”

“The Writer: [voiceover] I was 12 going on 13 the first time I saw a dead human …”

“It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.”