Believe it or not, friendships are difficult to write in fiction. They can easily come across as forced, particularly if they involve too much explication and too many overt gestures of affection.

The more civilized a nation, the more conformed its population, until that civilization's last age arrives, when multiplicity wages war with conformity. The former grows ever wilder, ever more dysfunctional in its extremities; whilst the latter seeks to increase its measure of control, until such efforts acquire diabolical tyranny.' - Traveller

No purer artist exists or has ever existed than a child freed to imagine.

The art of illusion is grace itself.

One day, perhaps, you will see for yourself that regrets are as nothing. The value lies in how they are answered.

Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.

The lesson of history is that no one learns.