Some say "The end is near," as if that is shocking news. The truth is, the end is always near. What is actually shocking is that we, ourselves, can help to choose which end.

Stories help me. To live. To work. To find the meaning hidden in every dream, ever leaf, every drop of dew.

Vision, even for a dragon, is woefully unreliable. What you can see with great clarity may not be real; what you cannot see may be the ultimate reality.

It's much more fun to be the exception, not the rule

Answers come and go, I've found. But the questions? Those remain forever.

You're saying that our souls and the stars and the wings of a butterfly are all somehow connected?

Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.