Trust can be a hard lesson; hope still more difficult.

Wake the sleeper must, and confront his fears, or risk being lost in the dark places of the mind forever.

If a man truly loves,....He does not consider the obstacles, the restrictions, the reasons why his choice may be flawed or impratical. He gives no heed to what others may think. His heart has no room for that, for it is filled to the brim with the unutterable truth of his feelings.

We draw our strength from the great oaks of the forest. As they take their nourishment from the soil, and from the rains that feed the soil, so we find our courage in the pattern of living things around us. They stand through storm and tempest. They grow and renew themselves. Like a grove of young oaks, we remain strong.

As for religious faith, a lack of it shouldn't stop us from doing good deeds for their own sake.

I've loved fairytales, folklore and mythology since I was a small child, and I think it was inevitable that they would influence my style and my development of stories.

The world is simple, I think, in its essence. Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Magic.