But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt..

Fairy tales have always been about getting through the worst of everything, the darkest and the deepest and the bloodiest of events. They are about s….

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right..

You and I, being grown-up and having lost our hearts at least twice or thrice along the way, might shut our eyes and cry out: Not that way, child! Bu….

Most of them... most of us never figure it out. Bad dream, they think, or good one. Funny rash, never really goes away, but Doc says it's fine, nothi….

Humanity lived many years and ruled the earth, sometimes wisely, sometimes well, but mostly neither..

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife..

It appeals to the higher nature of the self to put aside food which once lived - I do not consider myself food, why should I ask all other creatures ….

Respect me. Be proud, and if you love me, a little afraid, because love so often looks like fear. We are alike. We are alike..

It's Latin, which is an excellent language for mischief-making, which is why governments are so fond of it..

Remember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely. “I moved the earth and the water for you..

Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have l….

I've always had enough, even if my enough and your enough are as different as an elephant and a minaret..

Whenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It's the way of the world..

That's Venus, September thought. She was the goddess of love. It's nice that love comes on first thing in the evening, and goes out last in the morni….

Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow..

All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics..

But if you must be clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight..

That stirring which had fluttered in her on first glimpsing the sea—that stirring landlocked children know so well—moved in her now, with the golden ….

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose..

Stories have a way of changing faces. They are unruly things, undisciplined, given to delinquency and the throwing of erasers. This is why we must cl….