~willows

“I hate to do this to you” says Professor Willow as he receives yet another Pidgey.  He puts the cute Pokemon in the Candy Compressor, tears streaming down his face.  He presses the button.  Soon after, the Pokemon is gone forever and a small piece of candy rolls out of the machine.  He gives the candy a kiss and whispers sorry one more time before transferring it back to the heartless trainer that sent the Pokemon in the first place.

I really love the fact that there’s a train station that can be accessed by running through a barrier and a hospital that can be accessed by stepping through a window and a house that can be accessed by just thinking about it and yet Dumbledore thought that the best way to hide/defend the entrance to the Shrieking Shack was with a giant killer tree.

My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stories are like guideposts to my heart, and it makes me happy as a writer to be able to share these intimate feelings with my readers.
—  Haruki Murakami, in his introduction to Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman