But even in the schoolyard I'd been aware of that silence, that reserve in him, as though he'd been raised by foxes and language was his second langu….

Branches grew from his hands, his hair. His thoughts tangled like roots in the ground. He strained upward. Pitch ran like tears down his back. His na….

That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it..

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more..

It’s an odd thing, happiness. Some people take happiness from gold. Or black pearls. And some of us, far more fortunate, take their happiness from pe….

Men see what they are most afraid of..

Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of u….

Night is not something to endure until dawn. It is an element, like wind or fire. Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its own laws, and many liv….

Imagination is best fed by reality, an odd diet for something nonexistent there are few details of daily life and its broad range of emotional contex….

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all..

Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold..

Only yesterday a young woman came to me wanting a trap set for a man with a sweet smile and lithe arms. She was a fool, not for wanting him, but for ….

...that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone..

What do you think love is - a thing to startle from the heart like a bird at every shout or blow? You can fly from me, high as you choose into your d….

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles..

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places..

The moon grew full, then slowly pared itself down until it shriveled into a ghostly boat riding above the roiling dark. Then it fell out of the sky. ….

Here in Raine, I can walk with the sunlight on my face. I can speak to anyone who speaks to me. I can learn my daughter's language. I can be called t….

I do not want to choose which one of you I must love or hate. Here, I am free to do neither. I want no part of your bitterness..

Shall I add a man to my collection?.

I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within me, and there was no o….