The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don’t really know what you’re going to get.

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.

Three or four times, I have had the great death but my life is lived in the million tiny moments that make up the one dance

In philanthropy, you have to take the attitude of a mother... You have to be patient, and we have been very patient for a long time.

My expertise is running businesses.

If I were white I could capture the world.

Where is our acknowledgement of God if our thoughts are fixed on the glamour of our garments?

An athlete must have ability to reach the top, but many who have ability and who do not live clean lives never have and never will be champions for obvious reasons.

Definitely routine is the bedrock of our relationship.

Not understanding anything is terrible, because I communicate very much in my real life.

No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart

After obsessively Googling symptoms for four hours, I discovered 'obsessively Googling symptoms' is a symptom of hypochondria.