All My Life I've Wanted To Be

We Call Them Faerie. We Don't Believe In Them. Our Loss.

The Trouble With Magic Is That There's Too Much It Just Can't Fix. When Things Go Wrong, Glimpsing Junkyard Faerie And Crows That Can Turn Into Girls And Back Again Doesn't Help Much. The Useful Magic's Never At Hand. The Three Wishes And The Genies In Bottles, Seven-league Boots, Invisible Cloaks And All. They Stay In The Stories, While Out Here In The Wide World We Have To Muddle Through As Best We Can On Our Own.

Tattoos...are The Stories In Your Heart, Written On Your Skin.

She Hoped He Was Running To His Red Deer Woman, And That When He Tapped On The Door Of Her Heart, She'd Open It Wide And Let Him In.

It's Not The Work Or The Personality Of The Founder Of A Religion That's Important, But What Its Followers Do With What They Learn.