A home is a place one's heart creates and so recognizes as its own. A place it enters of its own free will. All others are merely dwelling places.

— Cameron Dokey

A story can fly like a bee, so straight and swift you catch only the hum of its passing. Or move so slowly it seems motionless, curled in upon itself like a snake in the sun. It can vanish like smoke before the wind. Linger like perfume in the nose. Change with every telling, yet always remain the same.

— Cameron Dokey

A story is alive, as you and I are. It is rounded by muscle and sinew. Rushed with blood. Layered with skin, both rough and smooth. At its core lies soft marrow of hard, white bone. A story beats with the heart of every person who has ever strained ears to listen. On the breath of the storyteller, it soars. Until its images and deeds become so real you can see them in the air, shimmering like oases on the horizon line. A story can fly like a bee, so straight and swift you catch only the hum of its passing. Or move so slowly it seems motionless, curled in upon itself like a snake in the sun. It can vanish like smoke before the wind. Linger like perfume in the nose. Change with every telling, yet always remain the same.

— Cameron Dokey

But even the most bitter fruit can contain something sweet at its core. A taste you would never have encountered if you had not been willing to endure the bitter first.

— Cameron Dokey

But fear is no fit means to measure anyone, for fools have no fear, or so I've heard it said.

— Cameron Dokey

But no matter what you do to postpone it, the future always shows up at your door.

— Cameron Dokey

Even so, [... in the silence after a winter storm has ceased to howl, in the soft whisper of a morning snowfall, in the way the moonlight sparkles over new-fallen snow, you can feel when she has been nearby, ever searching. You can sense the presence of the Winter Child.

— Cameron Dokey

Everything is beautiful in its own way, ma belle, even if you have to look hard to find it.

— Cameron Dokey

For surely a king is first a man. And so it must follow that a king does as all men do: the best he can.

— Cameron Dokey

How much easier my life would be if I did not love you! I thought. How much less painful, but how much plainer. How much less color there would be in the world.

— Cameron Dokey