I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held.

It's a wonderful sort of feeling when people want to spend more time in a world you created.

I have you here, all around me. I sit in the Ice Garden to get a hint of this, this way that you make me feel. I felt it even before I knew who you were, and every time I think it could not possibly get any stronger, it does.

This is, in part, why there is less magic in the world today. Magic is secret and secrets are magic, after all, and years upon years of teaching and sharing magic and worse. Writing it down in fancy books that get all dusty with age has lessened it, removed its power bit by bit.

I don;t think there's anything wrong with being a dreamer. There is not. But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.

We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.

I have absurdly vivid dreams.