I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.

I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.

I cannot let a place that is so important to so many people fade away. Something that is wonder and comfort and mystery all together that they have nowhere else. If you had that, wouldn't you want to keep it?

A woman I should like to think I know rather well and a woman I had always considered a mystery, are in fact the same person.

I think I get some of my love of adult books that can be fun from Douglas Adams.

Marco knows he does not have the time to push her away, so he pulls her close, burying his face in her hair, his bowler hat torn from his head by the wind...."Trust me," Celia whispers in his ear, and he stops fighting it, forgetting everything but her.

I'm a firm believer that lighting affects mood, and twinkly lights on strings bring something magical to occasions ranging from concerts to weddings, though I'm fond of using them as year-round home decor. There's a reason why they're sometimes called fairy lights. When the night is right, there aren't any strings at all.