We're All Made Of Stories. When They

I Finally Figured Out That I’m Solitary By Nature, But At The Same Time I Know So Many People; So Many People Think They Own A Piece Of Me. They Shift And Move Under My Skin, Like A Parade Of Memories That Simply Won’t Go Away. It Doesn’t Matter Where I Am, Or How Alone--i Always Have Such A Crowded Head.

Look Inside Yourself For The Answers - You're The Only One Who Knows What's Best For You. Everybody Else Is Only Guessing.

The Trouble With Advice Is That It's Usually Something You Don't Want To Hear.

There's More To Life Than Just Surviving . . . But . . . Sometimes Just Surviving Is All You Get

The Trouble With Magic Is That There's Too Much It Just Can't Fix. When Things Go Wrong, Glimpsing Junkyard Faerie And Crows That Can Turn Into Girls And Back Again Doesn't Help Much. The Useful Magic's Never At Hand. The Three Wishes And The Genies In Bottles, Seven-league Boots, Invisible Cloaks And All. They Stay In The Stories, While Out Here In The Wide World We Have To Muddle Through As Best We Can On Our Own.