One expected growth, change; without it, the world was less, the well of inspiration dried up, the muses fled.

She hoped he was running to his red deer woman, and that when he tapped on the door of her heart, she'd open it wide and let him in.

Well, you know this world isn't perfect.' 'No, you're wrong. This world IS perfect, people just come along and mess it up sometimes.

Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.

There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are people who put it back.

I'm not Chinese. I thrive in interesting times.

Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.