Behind my eyelids, I saw him dancing in spirals of coloured light, emerald, blue, and brilliant purple, enfolding him like the wings of an electric angel.

When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I had ever really thought like that. Self-recrimination inevitably followed.

Days passed in a grey fog. I was becalmed. Without energy, without hope, with no sight of land, I could remember feeling better but I somehow couldn't believe in it. There was nothing but this.

There had been a subtle realignment of the spheres. The world was somehow a place I could endure again. If life was a grey corridor lined with doors, it was now within my power to open some of them.

And when he kisses me it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears,  but it’s as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy.

My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

True love is a mirage… it does exist. We do get enamored and infatuated by it but we have to keep following it till eternity.

Why would God provide heaven on earth when he's planned the real thing for you in eternity?

Esteem incites friendship, but not love; the former is the twin brother of Reverence; the latter is the child of Equality.

For a sorcerer, reality, or the world as we all know it, is only a description.

The gentle Hawke halfe mans her selfe.

If we don't believe in the Devil, we won't be able to recognize him when he suddenly shows up.

Are you an idiot, or an idiot?' Gargarin hissed. 'The first one. I really resent being called the second.

My message to women is: Women: We can do it. We are capable of doing almost anything, but we must learn we cannot do it all at once, we need to prioritize.

Dancing is like breathing-missing a day doing either is very bad.