The old gods and their magics did not dwindle away into murky memories of brownies and little fairies more at home in a Disney cartoon; rather, they changed. The coming of Christ and Christians actually freed them. They were no longer bound to people's expectations but could now become anything that they could imagine themselves to be. They are still here, walking among us. We just don't recognize them anymore.

Children are the brightest treasures we bring forth into this world, but too large a percentage of the population continues to treat them as inconveniences and nuisances, when they're not treating them as possessions or toys.

What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.

It's all those stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are

The problem with children is that you have to put up with their parents.

An now the silences come in a single lifetime, in a single year... when species die, leaving a silent space in the world song that can never be filled.

Magic's never what you expect it to be, but it's often what you need.