...wings—-vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.

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.

My story was not the story of a girl's broken dreams: it was the story of a girl who couldn't be broken.

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

Being instinctively lazy, I see no point in working longer hours just to get out of debt !

Never make eye contact with a stranger when you’re having a churro.

If limitation spawns creativity, is the limitless resource of the Internet a good thing?

What Messi does is terrifying. It's indescribable magic. You can't analyze it.

The whole world has gone back to something we are genetically engineered to do - communicating through symbols.

[On writing her first poem at age eight:] An ode to my dead mother and father, who were both alive and pretty pissed off.

The only thing constant is change, we keep going through it not only in Las Vegas but in every part of our business and culture

The accursed hunger for gold.