Magic was not in glitter and sparks. Real magic didn't need to be.

She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie.

Time owed an alliance to the undying.

If superstition could contradict science, the world may as well be on the back of a turtle. But giving into turtle worship was a bridge too far.

She mourned the history that the invisible intruder had erased, but not enough that she would spend a second more of her future feeling the emptiness.

Whatever problems we encountered, we put there. If we trace the line back, every struggle derived from some decision we made. It is not chance, it is how we teach ourselves.

…He sounded as though he had just seen The Pokey Little Puppy meet the business end of The Little Engine That Could.

The seed of an urban legend find fertile soil at the corner of tragedy and imagination.

None of us just pop into the world fully formed, so it's the little facts that make us.

Ethically, she couldn't cause the suffering of any living thing. Logically, bacon cheeseburgers were delicious.

Reason had no place to crash once Emotion came to town.

Sometimes stories cry out to be told in such loud voices that you write them just to shut them up.

Don't just create a change for yourself, be a centre of change to others.

Never put off repairing a relationship you value. If sorry needs to be said say it now. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed to any of us.

Sometimes the word 'gratitude' feels too thin to explain things.

Champions are built on a thousand invisible mornings.

He didnt know what was defeating him, but he sensed it was something he could not cope with, something that was far beyond his power to control or even at this point in time comprehend.

Until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight against.

God's presence is all that matters.

When you doubt between words, use the plainest, the commonest, the most idiomatic. Eschew fine words as you would rouge; love simple ones as you would the native roses on your cheek.

Basically painting is total idiocy.