She prayed to the gods of love and the gods of destruction, for they are one and the same.

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.

As an observer of human nature, let's just face the facts: stupid stuff sells, and often the more stupid and silly it is, the better it sells.

In her mind she was free

Magnificently unprepared for the long littleness of life.

The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.

There is a lot of learning I have to do and a lot of growing up I have to do.

I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses.

Genuine magic demands on perfect simplicity of execution.

Remember This December, That love weighs more than gold!

I had rather fashion my mind than furnish it.

If you have any question in your mind, don't do it. If you go in thinking it's going to fix something that's wrong, don't do it.