I was born and raised in Ohio. During my childhood, I spent most of my time drawing and reading fairy tales and myths.

But dying's part of the wheel, right there next to being born. You can't pick out the pieces you like and leave the rest. Being part of the whole thing, that's the blessing.

Time is like a wheel. Turning and turning - never stopping. And the woods are the center; the hub of the wheel. It began the first week of summer, a strange and breathless time when accident, or fate, bring lives together. When people are led to do things, they've never done before. On this summersday, not so very long ago, the wheel set lives in motion in mysterious ways.

People got to do something useful if they're going to take up space in the world.

Life's got to be lived, no matter how long or short. You got to take what comes.

The sea can swallow ships, and it can spit out whales like watermelon seeds. It will take what it wants, and it will keep what it has taken, and you may not take away from it what it does not wish to give.

Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live.