Just because it's imaginary, doesn't mean it's not real.

Sometimes, the inessential is essential.

Music is a language - and language, at its finest, should be music.

What is real and what is not — is I don't know and I cannot.

In imagination she sailed over storied seas that wash the distant shining shores of "faëry lands forlorn," where lost Atlantis and Elysium lie, with the evening star for pilot, to the land of Heart's Desire. And she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.