To Anyone Who Is Homeless, I Say,

Maybe There Are Only Three Kinds Of Stories: Those We Live, Those We Tell, And Those That Help Our Souls Fly Upwards To A Greater Life.

Don't Neglect The Gold In Your Own Back Yard.

The Fact Of Storytelling Hints At A Fundamental Human Unease, Hints At Human Imperfection. Where There Is Perfection There Is No Story To Tell.

It Is Easy To Forget How Mysterious And Mighty Stories Are. They Do Their Work In Silence, Invisibly. They Work With All The Internal Materials Of Your Mind And Self. They Become Part Of You While Changing You. Beware The Stories You Read Or Tell; Subtly, At Night, Beneath The Waters Of Consciousness, They Are Altering Your World.

To Poison A Nation, Poison Its Stories. A Demoralised Nation Tells Demoralised Stories To Itself. Beware Of The Storytellers Who Are Not Fully Conscious Of The Importance Of Their Gifts, And Who Are Irresponsible In The Application Of Their Art: They