Can you remember how you felt when you were communicating through your artwork? Not just the sense of completion, but the sense of rightness- the sense that you had brought to life something that could live beyond your sphere of being, that held in it far more potential than you ever realized you were imbuing in the work?

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

[She] had felt straight away that she wasn’t meeting a new friend, but recognizing an old one.

It's not all about getting your own way. Sometimes there's a bigger picture.

When you're touched by magic, nothing's ever quite the same again. What really makes me sad is all those people who never have the chance to know that touch. They're too busy, or they just don't hold with make-believe, so they shut the door without really knowing it was there to be opened in the first place.

Lies were like having a pregnant rabbit. One day you had one, but before you knew it, there were rabbits all over the place.

We call them faerie. We don't believe in them. Our loss.