Hidden by diaphanous clouds of mist and fog floating gracefully over vales of heather and flowing runnels, she began to dance.

Jagged needle, wicked liesFrom under the skin, pluck evil eyes.Destiny change from pain and coldNow that you pay in blood and soul.

Sacred signs always come when your soul calls out in pain or joy.

The earth is a mosaic, and most fail to notice the gossamer tesserae floating down from the realm of the mind that form its images of beauty and horror.

Perhaps she was happiest when she was out of control. She looked at the fates and said three little words, not one regret.

Creativity is at the root of excitement.

Sometimes we grieve the living more than the dead.

On any given night the stars are endless losses or endless gains. One for the love you experience and one for the love you lose. One for the unfulfilled wish and one for the wish yet to come.

Inspiration for my short stories grows from a psychic kernel, a vision of some sort or an eccentric, colorful dream.

And he ate up all her vision, as he had done the first day she saw him so long ago.

Every spell is a journey.

There is a sneakiness about girls that they keep hid under sweetness and pouting and crying.

I always encourage my sisters to be fearless, it is never too late to stop the damage or accept change.

Then she leant over and kissed him very slowly, with infinite tenderness. As if she had had to wait an eternity to do so.

It's the most unhappy people who most fear change.

A bachelor is a man who comes to work each morning from a different direction.

If you want to be remembered as great, if you want to be a legend, you have to go out there every single day and do stuff.

People say, My God, you're so disciplined. But it has nothing to do with discipline; I loved it. Because I knew that every time I went to the gym I was one step closer to winning the competition.

When I was in Washington, I would usually get home from the Capitol at about 7:30 or 8, and I would try to write as much as possible. It was almost all in the wee hours.

For origin and development of human faculty we must look to these processes of association in lower animals.

My dad always told me: 'Stop and look back and appreciate what you've done; stop and smell the flowers.'