Stone Walls Confine A Tinker; Cold Iron

How Hard Would It Be To Ask Children What They See In Their Heads? How Big Should The House Be In Comparison To The Family Standing In Front Of It? What Is It About The Anatomy Of The People That Doesn't Look Right? Then Let Them Try It Again. Teach Them To Learn How To See And Ask Questions.

Every Time We Fix Something That Broken, Whether It's A Car Engine Or A Broken Heart, That An Act Of Magic. And What Makes It Magic Is That We Choose To Create Or Help, Just As We Can Choose To Harm.

Music’s The Soundtrack Of My Life And Has Been Since I Was A Teenager. There’s Always Music. If I’m Not Playing It, I’m Listening To It. With My Writing... Sometimes It Inspires A Story, Sometimes It Highlights Something I’m Working On, Sometimes It Simply Helps Me Stay In The Narrative Mood.

We're So Quick To Cut Away Pieces Of Ourselves To Suit A Particular Relationship, A Job, A Circle Of Friends, Incessantly Editing Who We Are Until We Fit In.

All Forests Have Their Own Personality. I Don't Just Mean The Obvious Differences, Like How An English Woodland Is Different From A Central American Rain Forest, Or Comparing Tracts Of West Coast Redwoods To The Saguaro Forests Of The American Southwest... They Each Have Their Own Gossip, Their Own Sound, Their Own Rustling Whispers And Smells. A Voice Speaks Up When You Enter Their Acres That Can't Be Mistaken For One You'd Hear Anyplace Else, A Voice True To Those Particular Tress, Individual Rather Than Of Their Species.