Old Magic, Old Ways, the Old Ones themselves often seem powerless in a new place.

She endured. And survived. Marginally, perhaps, but it is not required of us that we live well.

sometimes you just gotta trust that your secret's been kept long enough.

For a story to be told, it must be told properly, and to tell a story properly, it must be told with respect.

Who sees the other half of Self, sees Truth.

the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroys us merely by being what it is.

There's a very wild side to me, but it's calming down.

How clerks love refusing. It salves them for being clerks.

Can't a person be born where they want to be born?

And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind of violates that contract.

Too many people never connect with their true talents and therefore don't know what they are capable of achieving.

It is not possible to 'spoil' a child with love and affection...a child needs all the love and affection it can possibly get.

Thresholds of pain, indignity and incapacity are entirely personal.

We're living on the Planet of the Apes. Is that funny or serious?

Cultural America is under siege. And as the Soviet experience illustrates, ideology is a weak glue to hold together people otherwise lacking racial, ethnic, and cultural sources of community.