Most times we only see things for the way we are. But we're good at lying to ourselves. Sometimes we need somebody who's not living in our skin to point out how things really are.

There's stories and then there's stories. The ones with any worth change your life forever, perhaps only in a small way, but once you've heard them, they are forever a part of you. You nurture them and pass them on, and the giving only makes you feel better. The others are just words on a page.

That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.

An now the silences come in a single lifetime, in a single year... when species die, leaving a silent space in the world song that can never be filled.

It's good to have mysteries. It reminds us that there's more to the world than just making do and having a bit of fun.

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.

It's all those stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are