You walk around with a negative attitude and you're just naturally going to bring trouble and hard times down on yourself.

All forests have their own personality. I don't just mean the obvious differences, like how an English woodland is different from a Central American rain forest, or comparing tracts of West Coast redwoods to the saguaro forests of the American Southwest... they each have their own gossip, their own sound, their own rustling whispers and smells. A voice speaks up when you enter their acres that can't be mistaken for one you'd hear anyplace else, a voice true to those particular tress, individual rather than of their species.

It's not something you can prove....I know you hate to hear this, but you either have it, or you don't.

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.

The best artists know what to leave out.

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

The puppet thinks: It's not so much what they make me do as their hands inside me.