I had a dream about you last night.. You kept screaming at Ted Danson to pour you a drink.

Othalas Words. What are they but shadows on a page or howling on the wind They are as ever-changing as the mists below us and it is just as easy to lose sense of yourself among them. I am older than most sorcerers so what I know may indeed be close to the truth. Magic wyrd words dreams they all come from the spirit. Within them lie both power and peril. For to misuse any is to warp your sense of self. To lie in words or in magic or in dreams -- that is how you become lost. The lights you see they were lost long before they came to the Vale.

All death reminds us that nothing is promised only that life was worth it.

These fucking women really piss me off April said. Because instead of being elated by the thought of making their own happiness and chasing some crazy dream all they want to do is narrow their options and do something safe.

We all who live haveA life that is livedAnd another life that is thoughtAnd the only life we haveIts the one that is dividedIn right or wrong.

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that while solitude with dreams is glorious solitude without them has few charms.

In the silence of the heart God speaks. If you face God in prayer and silence God will speak to you. Then you will know that you are nothing. It is only when you realize your nothingness your emptiness that God can fill you with Himself. Souls of prayer are souls of great silence.

I had a dream about you last night... I was a brick and you were a blanket. Damn that improbability drive.

I had a dream about you last night... you were there.

Why must people kneel down to pray If I really wanted to pray Ill tell you what Id do. Id go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep deep woods and Id look up into the skyupupupinto that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then Id just feel a prayer.