Magic's Never What You Expect It To

The Puppet Thinks: It's Not So Much What They Make Me Do As Their Hands Inside Me.

The Old Gods And Their Magics Did Not Dwindle Away Into Murky Memories Of Brownies And Little Fairies More At Home In A Disney Cartoon; Rather, They Changed. The Coming Of Christ And Christians Actually Freed Them. They Were No Longer Bound To People's Expectations But Could Now Become Anything That They Could Imagine Themselves To Be. They Are Still Here, Walking Among Us. We Just Don't Recognize Them Anymore.

The Best Artists Know What To Leave Out.

When You're Touched By Magic, Nothing's Ever Quite The Same Again. What Really Makes Me Sad Is All Those People Who Never Have The Chance To Know That Touch. They're Too Busy, Or They Just Don't Hold With Make-believe, So They Shut The Door Without Really Knowing It Was There To Be Opened In The First Place.

I Don't Know What's Waiting For Us When We Die--something Better, Something Worse. I Only Know I'm Not Ready To Find Out Yet.