Don't start brooding about that, too," she says. "Everybody's got a piece of stranger inside them. It's what lets us surprise ourselves and keeps things interesting." -Lupita

There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale.

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.

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

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

I think you're all mad. But that's part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn't it?

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