There's more to life than just surviving . . . but . . . sometimes just surviving is all you get

It is so easy for your people to forget that everything has a spirit, that all are equal. That magic and mystery are a part of your lives, not something to store away in a child's bedroom, or to use as an escape from your lives.

I don't want to live in the kind of world where we don't look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.

I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is. I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them--as many as there are people--because each person perceives the world in his or her own way; each lives in his or her own world. Sometimes they connect, for a moment, or more rarely, for a lifetime, but mostly we are alone, each living in our own world, suffering our small deaths.

There was too much going on here -- too much that strayed from odd all the way over into seriously weird.

Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.

We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on.