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.

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

There are as many stories to be told as there are people to tell them about; only the mean-spirited would consider there to be a competition at all.

It was all cheese and applause.

If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?

Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.

There's stories and then there's stories. The ones with any worth change your life forever, perhaps only in a small way, but once you've heard them, they are forever a part of you. You nurture them and pass them on, and the giving only makes you feel better. The others are just words on a page.