She was a girl and she was a queen and back in the mists she was a woman who had seized the moon from the sky and drunk its light so that she would never die. And she never had.

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.

Nothing restricts your peace and happiness more than your limiting self-beliefs and fears.

Weakness indicates dependence, and there is a degree of trust and tenderness also in it.

If anybody knows me, knows that I'm a workhorse, not just on the floor, but psychologically. I meditate a lot, I like to get massages, do yoga. I like to keep a balance.

When I was a kid, for me, the '60s seemed so far away. But I was actually born in the late '60s.

I'm a black American, I am proud of my race. I am proud of who I am. I have a lot of pride and dignity.

If we don't participate in it, it ceases to be a democracy. So Obama will rise or fall based not so much on what he does but on what we do to support him.

As far as beauty is concerned, in order to be confident we must accept that the way we look and feel is our own responsibility.

That's an interesting way to put it: an expectation of who you should be. More often than not, it's described as an expectation of who you are.

The rich, by unfair combinations, contribute frequently to prolong a season of distress among the poor.

Central to being an actor is pretending, and the adventure of it all. That's why you become a junkie for different kinds of situations.