It was hard for me to move forward, because I take responsibility for what I introduce into the world through my paintings. So to actually introduce something evil or bad was quite hard for me.

To believe in faeries is to step into an enchanted space where the rational mind meets the irrational heart, and all things become possible.

The myths and legends about Faerie are many and diverse, and often contradictory. Only one thing is certain - that nothing is certain. All things are possible in the land of Faerie.

Not all meanings are meant to be clear at once. Some ideas take time. Some words are designed to lead us on inner journeys, with truth hidden deep inside them.

My art's not safe, I don't want it to be safe, it's not meant to be safe, its controversial, it takes you into deep areas, it's a journey, its starts off in safe areas but it gets into deep waters.

Once you step onto the fairy path, it's almost like there's no way off. You have to keep going.

I started studying as an artist, but I got fed up with the fact that you can paint terrible pictures and if you explain them in an erudite way it's called great art. I thought this was rubbish.

The sylph is a fragment of the earth's soul in faery form.

Remember, as each man and woman is a microcosm reflecting the larger natural world, so healing of the self is also a healing for the world. As above, so below.

I feel that what you should illustrate is the space between the words. It's the betweenness, the otherness, that gives depth and dimension.

We almost need another word for fairy, that's the thing. Once people get to see what fairies' real power is, then they understand.

Your heart literally hurts when it's breaking. You can feel it, every beat another ache, and nothing you can do will stop it, either from beating or breaking.

If any young man reads this Book aright, he becomes large-hearted. He cannot hold his soul within the narrow bound of his ribs, but his great heart looks out to see where it can scatter benefits.

Perfection in anything is unbearably dull. Myself, I prefer a touch of imperfection.

What is black empowerment when it seems to benefit not the vast majority but an elite that tends to be recycled?

Life is too short not to order the bacon dessert.

When a soldier is hit by a cannonball, rags are as becoming as purple.

Monsters will always exist. There's one inside each of us. But an angel lives there, too. There is no more important agenda than figuring out how to slay one and nurture the other.

The sun is so powerful, that without it we are nothing.

We are all ignorant; just about different things.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.