Small towns harbor small imaginations.

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?

Just remember that Dumbo didn't need the feather; the magic was in him.

Sometimes stories cry out to be told in such loud voices that you write them just to shut them up.

There will be water if God wills it.

You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.

Battles that last five minutes spawn legends that live a thousand years.