Where science is a dignified waltz in three-quarter time, magic is an improvised saxophone solo: all gut checks and synchronicities.

Guilt rarely listens to reason ...

...every god serves a purpose and every faith fills a need.

Driving through them, most places look about the same as most others. Walking around is how you get the sense of a place's character. Walking keeps you slow enough to notice the little things.

...the dead, being wiser than the living, know freedom is always better than revenge.