in a story titled "troll bridge" by neil gaiman, i read this:
'Trolls can smell the rainbows, trolls can smell the stars,' it whispered sadly. 'Trolls can smell the dreams you dreamed before you were ever born. Come close to me and I'll eat your life.'
i bought the book for that bit alone. i had to stop reading so i could put my hand on my heart and breathe in the goodness.
so far, i love the few stories i've read, including that one, but i keep going back to those words. over and over and over.
as a side note, i have decided that i really want to illustrate a story (or stories) someday. photographically and artistically, of course; clearly i am not an actual illustrator. with the right person and the right story - oh my goodness, the fun.
"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures."
- Henry Ward Beecher
(do you know why i picked this quote? because this is exactly the sort of thing i've tried to paint - and wish i could paint. oh, if only i could. then again, i am grateful that i can at least paint it with my camera, even if i can't paint it with the paintbrush.)
(clearly my nature must be very calm and zen-like. ha. i wish. but it does remind me of conversations with future me, who is so zen that she drives me batty. the last time i talked to her, i asked her if i was a particular thing. she said something wise and pithy like, "i am and i am not, because you create your own future in each moment." so annoying. it's a wonder i talk to her at all.)