His smile banished my loneliness and limbed the hollows of my anema with starlight, pure and bright...his touch hummed in my bones like an aria -- a song to my dance, a beginning of a promise.

Her power was a wrenching thing, starless black and sorrow, but my magic was something more...it was hope.

And in such bliss does devastation grow.

Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?

I love you, " he murmured into my hair. "You are my night and stars, the fate I would fix myself to in any life.

I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.

You know nothing about me." "I know your soul. Everything else is an ornament.

My joy was ghostly, like something not quite realized.

He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.

A memory is a fine legacy to leave behind.

I promised you the moon for your throne and stars to wear in your hair, " said Amar, gesturing inside. "And I always keep my promises.

Your future is bright as the morning sun.

The ugly man, is the harsh man.

He kissed me with a fire like no other, as if he were afraid breaking the kiss would break us.

If you use a cell phone - as I do - your wireless carrier likely has records about your physical movements going back months, if not years.

Action is thought tempered by illusion.

I still love a variety of kinds of music.

One of the notable aspects of the democratic process is that one need not know anything about a subject in order to pass laws about it.

You're not really just a filmmaker that makes a movie good most of the time. It's everybody involved; it's a collective effort.

The part of life which we really live is short.

Marketers have to move upstream now. We have to stop being the last step in the process and start being the first step.