Aeriel felt her heart grow troubled. "I know," she said. "I know that he is evil, but his beauty unmakes me. Every time he looks at me, I die.

I thought you had forgotten me.” “I have spent my life remembering you.

A psycho, they called me. They were right. They were wrong. They couldn't come close to my fire. They couldn't touch my heart.

Two years were all we had, love," she whispered, "and we squandered them.

I’ll not let the pair of you charge boldly into wolves’ teeth without me alongside

Oh, Irrylath, Irrylath, we squaundered our two years together.

I thought you had forgotten me.”“I have spent my life remembering you.

The key to a wonderful life is to never stop wandering into wonder.

...chuck-full of error, masturbation and Jesus.

I was listening to stuff and I realized that I've had a lot of different lives. You know the theory [that says] every seven years, you have a different life? I think that's true.

Perspective is a gift nowadays.

I worked 18 years to become an overnight success. Now MagicPlace.com will short circuit that process for people.

...but the tale itself is a trickster and doesn't hesitate to lie. It is anachronistic with a vengeance. It emerges always and everywhere, overt or disguised, pureblood or hybrid, and healthy as sin.

Well there are a lot of things I like to eat but at this time of year I'm finding I'm making fig and chèvre salad at least once a week and that's a combo that's hard to beat.

If you can't dance on it, it isn't coffee.

Your taste in music is excellent. It exactly coinsides with my own!

Animals cannot speak, but can you and I not speak for them and represent them? Let us all feel their silent cry of agony and let us all help that cry to be heard in the world.