Growing up closes so many doors. The modern world doesn't allow for miracles, so we don't see them. It's a very precious gift, an open mind, but it's not passive. You've got to nurture it like a bed of roses; otherwise it will wither and die. Make sure you don't close off your mind to things you find strange. Sometimes they may be the only truth.

Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across it.

Voyaging great distances -- through forests, from island to island, across plains and into the mountains -- is all about finding ourselves.

At the heart of any poor soul not at one with the Force, there is only void.

Hate misleads, fear distorts and love blinds.

Real fear is like intense pain. It's there to warn you something's truly wrong.

There's no denying that the way horror has been packaged in the past has done it no favours. Lurid black covers adorned with skulls, corpses crawling with insects and scantily clad maidens being chewed into by vampires -- all good clean fun, but it doesn't do much to give the genre an air of respectability or seriousness to the casual browser.