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.

I don't want to live in the kind of world where we don't look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.

Witchery is merely a word for what we are all capable of.

Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?

The fey wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.

There's more to life than just surviving . . . but . . . sometimes just surviving is all you get

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.