It seems to me that art has lost its connection to spirit.

To believe in faeries is to step into an enchanted space where the rational mind meets the irrational heart, and all things become possible.

The myths and legends about Faerie are many and diverse, and often contradictory. Only one thing is certain - that nothing is certain. All things are possible in the land of Faerie.

Not all meanings are meant to be clear at once. Some ideas take time. Some words are designed to lead us on inner journeys, with truth hidden deep inside them.

My art's not safe, I don't want it to be safe, it's not meant to be safe, its controversial, it takes you into deep areas, it's a journey, its starts off in safe areas but it gets into deep waters.

Once you step onto the fairy path, it's almost like there's no way off. You have to keep going.

I started studying as an artist, but I got fed up with the fact that you can paint terrible pictures and if you explain them in an erudite way it's called great art. I thought this was rubbish.

The sylph is a fragment of the earth's soul in faery form.

Remember, as each man and woman is a microcosm reflecting the larger natural world, so healing of the self is also a healing for the world. As above, so below.

I feel that what you should illustrate is the space between the words. It's the betweenness, the otherness, that gives depth and dimension.

We almost need another word for fairy, that's the thing. Once people get to see what fairies' real power is, then they understand.

They say you should know your limits and work within them. But how can you really know your limits unless you try to expand them?

Live a fuller sacred life.

Dissociation appears to be... the internal mechanism by which terrorized people are silenced.

He leaned over and kissed me. A long, deep kiss filled with promise and passion. I loved the way he kissed me. Like he was drinking in the taste of me and still coming back thirsty.

Catch a man a fish, and you can sell it to him. Teach a man to fish, and you ruin a wonderful business opportunity.

I bought a box of animal crackers, but there was nothing inside. They'd eaten each other.

That I would rather be in another business where a bad cold wouldn't put me out of work.

San: You all right? Virt: I think i crapped myself a little Sam: Just a little? you've got nerves of steel.

There is the need for someone against which our characters can measure themselves. Without a ruler, you won't make the crooked straight.

It's one thing to lie to ourselves. It's another thing to believe it.