Trust Your Luck, Taran Wanderer.

You Know How Chickens Are, Imagining The World Coming To An End One Moment, Then Pecking Corn The Next.

What You May Seek And What You May Find Are Not Always One.

Child, Child, Do You Not See? For Each Of Us Comes A Time When We Must Be More Than What We Are.

If I Do Find Pride, I'll Not Find It In What I Was Or What I Am, But What I May Become. Not In My Birth, But In Myself.

Dealing With The Impossible, Fantasy Can Show Us What May Be Really Possible. If There Is Grief, There Is The Possibility Of Consolation; If Hurt, The Possibility Of Healing; And Above All, The Curative Power Of Hope. If Fantasy Speaks To Us As We Are, It Also Speaks To Us As We Might Be