Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.

Sometimes, you must feel the fear and do it anyway.

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

No story lives unless someone wants to listen.

Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer existed.

Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.

The more you know, the more you realize you don’t know.

If you don’t know where you’re going, any road’ll take you there.

You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words.

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.