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.

That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.

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

Gina always believed there was magic in the world. "But it doesn't work in the way it does in fairy tales," she told me. "It doesn't save us. We have to save ourselves.

Beauty isn't what you see on TV or in magazine ads or even necessarily in art galleries. It's a lot deeper and a lot simpler than that. It's realizing the goodness of things, it's leaving the world a little better than it was before you got here. It's appreciating the inspiration of the world around you and trying to inspire others.

Most children are given far too much praise for their early drawings, so much so that they rarely learn the ability to refine their first crude efforts the way their early attempts at language are corrected.