Truth And Dreams Are Always Getting Muddled.

Yes. But Sad's Alright. Sad's Just Apart Of Everything

Anything Seems Possible At Night When The Rest Of The World Has Gone To Sleep.

We Have To Allow Ourselves To See What There Is To See, And We Have To Imagine.

Writing Will Be Like A Journey, Every Word A Footstep That Takes Me Further Into Undiscovered Land.

We Have Each Other, And Our Stories Twist And Mingle Like The Twisting Currents Of A River. We Hold Each Other Tight As We Spin And Lurch Across Our Lives. There Are Moments Of Great Joy And Magic. The Most Astounding Things Can Lie Waiting As Each Day Dawns, As Each Page Turns.