He comes back with the ticket and I flash a smile. "Write you're initials on it," I say. "It's the only way to get into Olympus." I show him mine, the ticket turned golden when I did.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I look at it confused and take it in my hand. "You been to Olympus before?" I ask. He shakes his head. I nod. "That's why. Gimme the pen." I hold my hand out.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart