There is no plan, no future laid out for any of us beyond what we make for ourselves.

Let it go on record that any confusion arose simply because we lacked certain commonalities of reference.

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

The thing to remember when you're writing is, it's not whether or not what you put on paper is true. It's whether it wakes a truth in your reader.

I hate the thought of her being forced into a box that doesn't fit her. Of having her wings cut off, her sight blinded, her hearing muted, her voice stilled.

It's good to have mysteries. It reminds us that there's more to the world than just making do and having a bit of fun.

We end up stumbling our way through the forest, never seeing all the unexpected and wonderful possibilities and potentials because we're looking for the idea of a tree, instead of appreciating the actual trees in front of us.