The season of evil," I echoed. "Protect your soul.
There's light and joy, but there's also darkness all around and we can be lost in it.
It happened so long ago I can't even be sure it happened as I say it did. Stories change in the telling, memory makes up as much as it knows. We were very small. The things we saw were all mixed up wi...
Some say that you should turn your face from the light of the moon. They say it makes you mad.I turn my face towards it and I laugh.Make me mad, I whisper. Go on, make Mina mad.I laugh again.Some peop...
She told us about the goddess called Persephone, who was forced to spend half a year in the darkness deep underground. Winter happened when she was trapped inside the earth. The days shrank, they beca...
Books. They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in their jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things. Then you,...
Drawing makes you look at the world more closely. It helps you to see what you're looking at more clearly. Did you know that?I said nothing.What colour's a blackbird? she said.BlackTypical!
Look at all the life in this, she said. Every pip could become a tree, and every tree could bear another hundred fruits and every fruit could bear another hundred trees. And so on to infinity.I picked...
Everybody's got the seam of goodness in them, Kit, said Grandpa. Just a matter of whether it can be found and brought out into the light.
Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.
Yes. But sad's alright. Sad's just apart of everything
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Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can’t. We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.
I thought how you can never tell just by looking at them what they were thinking or what was happening In their lives. Even when you got daft people or drunk people on buses, people that went on stupi...
I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems.
Drawing makes you look at the world more closely. It helps you see what you’re looking at more clearly. Did you know that?
I don’t want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I’ll be in the future. I want to be me and nothing but me. I want to be cra...
Maybe we're all in somebody's dream. Maybe everything's a dream, and nothing else.
What is is?’‘I don’t know. I don’t even know if it’s true or if it’s a dream.’‘That’s alright. Truth and Dreams are always getting muddled.
Sometimes we just have to accept there are things we can’t know. Why is your sister ill? Why did my father die?…Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can’t. we have to allow...
