As for Ellai, she told her sister what had passed, and Nitid wept, and her tears fell to earth and became chimaera, children of regret.

Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.

Light coursed through Karou and darkness chased it-burning through her, chilling her, shimmer and shadow, ice and fire, blood and starlight, rushing, roaring, filling her.

She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.

Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.

A man once said, 'All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure.' Mark Twain, you know. He had a fine mustache. Men of wisdom so often do.

Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.

She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.

Where am I and doing what? You might well ask. Freaky chick, you say? You can't imagine. I am priestess of a sandcastle in a land of dust and starlight.

I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.

Intentions are nothing

Law and love are the same - romantic in concept but the actual practice can give you a yeast infection.

The secret of happiness is: Find something more important than you are and dedicate your life to it.

I'm a big music person. I compare a lot of my emotions to how something sounds.

She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't.

Proving one's freedom will often mean insisting on the most arbitrary, odd, unrepeatable aspects of one's behavior.

Did you ever, think when the hearse passes by, that someday in it you will lie?

The child begins to perceive the world not only through his [or her] eyes but also through his [or her] speech

My father's a preacher, my mother's a teacher, thus... I rhyme.

I won a noble fame; But with a sudden frown, The people snatched my crown, And, in the mire, trod down My lofty name.