I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.

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.

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

Once upon a time there was what there was, and if nothing had happened there would be nothing to tell.

It's not all about getting your own way. Sometimes there's a bigger picture.

An now the silences come in a single lifetime, in a single year... when species die, leaving a silent space in the world song that can never be filled.