You've got to find yourself first. Everything else'll follow.

Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in all its real glory?

There are as many stories to be told as there are people to tell them about; only the mean-spirited would consider there to be a competition at all.

When all's said and done, all roads lead to the same end. So it's not so much which road you take, as how you take it.

Inside us lies every possibility that is available to a sentient being. Every darkness, every light. It is the choices we make that decide who or what we will be.

One expected growth, change; without it, the world was less, the well of inspiration dried up, the muses fled.

There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale.