I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.
Look inside yourself for the answers – you’re the only one who knows what’s best for you. Everybody else is only guessing.
As far as I’m concerned, the only difference between fact and what most people call fiction is about fifteen pages in the dictionary.
“Well, you know this world isn’t perfect.’ ‘No, you’re wrong. This world IS perfect, people just come along and mess it up sometimes.”