Wine Is Bottled Poetry, He Thinks.

This Is, In Part, Why There Is Less Magic In The World Today. Magic Is Secret And Secrets Are Magic, After All, And Years Upon Years Of Teaching And Sharing Magic And Worse. Writing It Down In Fancy Books That Get All Dusty With Age Has Lessened It, Removed Its Power Bit By Bit.

I Think Looking Forward Will Be Better Than Looking Back.

People See What They Wish To See. And In Most Cases, What They Are Told That They See.

Widge Can See The Past." Poppet Says Suddenly. "that's Why His Stories Are So Good." "the Past Is Easier," Widget Says. "it's Already There." "in The Stars?" Bailey Asks. "no." Widget Says. "on People. The Past Stays On You The Way Powdered Sugar Stays On Fingers. Some People Can Get Rid Of It But It's Still There, The Events And T Hings That Pushed You To Where You Are Now.

Sting Told Me If I Love Somebody I Should Set Them Free. I Doubt Sting Ever Loved Anyone With Wings. If He Did He Might Rethink Such A Stupid Sentiment. I Suppose The Point Is To Wait For Your Love To Come Back To You Voluntarily. I Wonder If There’s A Difference Between Setting Something Free And Letting It Go? I Probably Did It Wrong. I Should Stop Taking Advice From My Radio. I Worry That You’re Lost. I Keep A Heart-shaped Cage Unlocked For You, Out On The Street Where It Can Easily Be Seen. So If One Day You Return At Least You’ll Have A Place To Stay.