“Trolls can smell the rainbow, trolls can smell the stars. Trolls can smell the dreams you dreamed before you were ever born.”

“It was a dream, and in dreams you have no choices: either there are no decisions to be made, or they were made for you long before ever the dream began.”

“But it was a dream, and in dreams, sometimes, you have no choices: either there are no decisions to be made, or they were made for you long before ever the dream began.”

“The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.”

“Recounting the strange is like telling one's dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream, but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can colour one's entire day.”

“Writing is flying in dreams. When you remember. When you can. When it works. It's that easy.”

“That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.”