I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.

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.

The world is always waiting on you to show it what you are truly made of through your actions.

The beauty of love is that it demands to be two sided, otherwise its nothing but another obsession.

Breakfast cereals that come in the same colors as polyester leisure suits make oversleeping a virtue.

Monotheism begins with a god who hates trees.

I've always been pretty happy with my style. I've been wearing tapered jeans since 1980 something.

Really anything can happen at any time and we are very addicted to comfort. Life is just not always comfortable.

Do not be afraid to be afraid.

Whatever respect photography may once have deserved is now superfluous in view of its own superfluity.

In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?

The avaricious man is like the barren sandy ground of the desert which sucks in all the rain and dew with greediness, but yields no fruitful herbs or plants for the benefit of others.