Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.

I have world class photographic red-eye pretty much all the time. As a general rule, if it's taken with a flash, I look like I am possessed by the blazing forces of darkness, at least in the eye department.

I think most things are pretty magical, and that it's less a matter of belief than it is one of just stopping to notice.

As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.

There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubble in amber.

Let's start a new tomorrow, today.

There was a smile dancing on his lips, although it was a wary smile, for the world is a bigger place than a little graveyard on a hill; and there would be dangers in it and mysteries, new friends to make, old friends to rediscover, mistakes to be made and many paths to be walked before he would, finally, return to the graveyard or ride with the Lady on the broad back of her great grey stallion.