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

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.

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.

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.

Like legend and myth, magic fades when it is unused - hence all the old tales of elfin kingdoms moving further and further away from our world, or that magical beings require our faith, our belief in their existence, to survive. That is a lie. All they require is our recognition.

... we chase after ghosts and spirits and are left holding only memories and dreams. It's not that we want what we can't have; it's that we've held all we could want and then had to watch it slip away.