There was too much going on here -- too much that strayed from odd all the way over into seriously weird.

Tattoos...are the stories in your heart, written on your skin.

Wondering’s healthy. Broadens the mind. Opens you up to all sorts of stray thoughts and possibilities.

We're so quick to cut away pieces of ourselves to suit a particular relationship, a job, a circle of friends, incessantly editing who we are until we fit in.

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

Gina always believed there was magic in the world. "But it doesn't work in the way it does in fairy tales," she told me. "It doesn't save us. We have to save ourselves.

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.