Like legend and myth, magic fades when it is unused - hence all the old tales of elfin kingdoms moving further and further away from our world, or that magical beings require our faith, our belief in their existence, to survive. That is a lie. All they require is our recognition.

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.

You walk around with a negative attitude and you're just naturally going to bring trouble and hard times down on yourself.

I wouldn't like to live in a world where everything's as cut-and-dried as most people think it is

There are no happy endings... There are no endings, happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we step into each others stories - perhaps just for a few minutes, perhaps for years - and then we step out of them again. But all the while, the Story just goes on.

We call them faerie. We don't believe in them. Our loss.

The road leading to a goal does not separate you from the destination; it is essentially a part of it.