A named thing is a tamed thing..

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive..

Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same..

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings y….

One of the things that writing has taught me is that fiction has a life of its own. Fictional places are sometimes more real than the view from our b….

That wind. I see it's blowing now. Furtive but commanding, it has dictated every move we've ever made. My mother felt it, and so do I - even here, ev….

In my dreams I gorge on chocolates, I roll in chocolates, and their texture is not brittle but soft as flesh, like a thousand mouths on my body, devo….

If you can still write in spite of the fact that you're not getting paid, that nobody cares about what you're writing, that nobody wants to publish i….

Wine talks; ask anyone. The oracle at the street corner; the uninvited guest at the wedding feast; the holy fool. It ventriloquizes. It has a million….

Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored..

Garden work clears the mind..

Sheep are not the docile, pleasant creatures of the pastoral idyll. Any countryman will tell you that. They are sly, occasionally vicious, pathologic….

Anything that can be dreamed is true..

Change isn't always comfortable, but it is a fact of life..

I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance t….

Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end..

A few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine..

We came in the wind of the carnival. A wind of change, or promises. The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blosso….

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station..

This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either..

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world..