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 don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true..

Research the imagination. It was as obsolete as the appendix in most adults, except for those in whom, like the appendix, it became inflamed for no r….

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….

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….

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. ….

What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow..

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 ….

Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored..

Wisdom never learned silence, and it is most annoying when least wanted..

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

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

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

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

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….

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….

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….

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

If you have no faith in yourself, then have faith in the things you call truth. You know what must be done. You may not have courage or trust or unde….

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

I would be mute, beautiful, changless as the earth for you. I would be your memory, without age, always innocent, always waiting in the King's white ….