Did you hear? You are free." Yessss. Choice. It is a fine thing. And I choose to take you back, Most High.

I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it.

He plants his feet stubbornly, adopting what he must think is an heroic post. He's just begging for a pigeon to fly by and relieve itself.

You are unique, and this is a beautiful, beautiful thing, grasshopper.

I had a friend who said, "You don't have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist."

The rules of magic, my dear, are best not discusses. For once we understand the illusion, we no longer believe it.

We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. The light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth.