Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink. - Erin Morgenstern

I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do.

Everyone wants the stars. Everyone wishes to grasp that which exists out of reach. To hold the extraordinary in their hands and keep the remarkable in their pockets.

Not all stories speak to all listeners, but all listeners can find a story that does, somewhere, sometime. In one form or another.