What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.
Art is what separates us from the animals.
The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.
David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'.
Whether your pleasing or pissing everybody off, your doing something wrong.
Ignorance is the world's most curable affliction.
Xander could sense more than David's smile. He wished he could be more like that, easygoing. But then, David hadn't seen what Xander had seen.