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

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.

It is so easy for your people to forget that everything has a spirit, that all are equal. That magic and mystery are a part of your lives, not something to store away in a child's bedroom, or to use as an escape from your lives.

I suppose the other thing too many forget is that we were all stories once, each and every one of us. And we remain stories. But too often we allow those stories to grow banal, or cruel or unconnected to each other.We allow the stories to continue, but they no longer have a heart. They no longer sustain us.

"... he had understood, better than anyone ... the beauty that grew out of the simple knowledge that everything, no matter how small or large it might be, was a perfect example of what it was."

Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.

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