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And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no after, in the ever after of a Witch, there is no happily; in the story of a Witch, there is no afterword. Of that part that is beyond the life story, beyond the story of the life, there is - alas, or perhaps thank mercy - no telling.

- Wicked, Gregory Maguire



All souls are hostages to their human envelopes, but souls must decay and suffer at such indignity, don’t you agree?

- Wicked, Gregory Maguire



“For she is his poet,
And he is her poetry.”

Excerpt From: Leav, Lang. “Love & Misadventure.”



You have changed my life. You have set me right. You helped me re-align my priorities and recognize the things that really matter in life. Already, you have made me a better wife, mother, and person. You have done all these, and we haven’t even met. We’re all looking forward to knowing you, little one.




"Beautiful things don’t ask for attention."

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty


The Wolves And The Ravens

Rogue Valley

In the morning by the sea
As the fog clears from the sand
I have no money in my hand
I have no home, I have no land

But it doesn’t trouble me
As I lay beside the fire
I am easy to inspire
There is little I require

I wasn’t yours and you weren’t mine
Though I’ve wished from time to time
We had found a common ground
Your voice was such a welcome sound

How the emptiness would fill
With the waves and with your song
People find where they belong
Or keep on

Through the never-ending maze
Where the way is seldom clear
There is no map or compass near
I drive a ship I cannot steer

Through the bleak and early morn
Where a stronger will is sworn
Where the moments move so slow
And seem to never let you go

When my hands are old and ache
And my memory flickers dim
And my bones don’t hold my skin
There’s no place I haven’t been

I recall the days were few
That is all that I can do
Feel the carvings in the tree
That gives shade for you and me

“I shouldn’t want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I’m seeing we don’t live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It’s an infinite playlist.”

Excerpt From: Cohn, Rachel. “Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist.”



“No—when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you’re doing pretty alright in life.”

Excerpt From: Cohn, Rachel. “Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist.”



“Do you really think it’s getting worse?” I ask. “I mean, aren’t we better off than we were twenty years ago? Or a hundred?”

“We’re better off. But I don’t know if the world’s better off. I don’t know if the two are the same thing.”

Excerpt From: Cohn, Rachel. “Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist.”



“But I guess you don’t see the planets when you’re staring at the sun. You just get blinded.”

Excerpt From: Cohn, Rachel. “Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist.”





fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning

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