The thing with pretending you're in a good mood is that sometimes you can actually trick yourself into feeling better.

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

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

I can’t imagine it now, but I must’ve been innocent at some time in my life. A baby don’t just get itself born bad, do it?

When all's said and done, all roads lead to the same end. So it's not so much which road you take, as how you take it.

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.

It's easy to believe in magic when you're young. Anything you couldn't explain was magic then. It didn't matter if it was science or a fairy tale. Electricity and elves were both infinitely mysterious and equally possible - elves probably more so.