Labels Don't Mean Much To Me One

I Wouldn't Like To Live In A World Where Everything's As Cut-and-dried As Most People Think It Is

Magic's Never What You Expect It To Be, But It's Often What You Need.

I'm Not...' Angharad Began, But Then She Thought. Not What? Not A Bad Person? Perhaps. But Had She Never Known Anger? Never Held Unkind Thoughts? The Stranger's Observation Was Valid. No One Was Innocent Of Darkness.

It's Not The Work Or The Personality Of The Founder Of A Religion That's Important, But What Its Followers Do With What They Learn.

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.