I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I...
We're so quick to cut away pieces of ourselves to suit a particular relationship, a job, a circle of friends, incessantly editing who we are until we fit in.
Though the three of them were unrelated by blood, they were sisters all the same. In the heart, where it mattered.
There’s stories and then there’s stories, he said, interrupting her. The ones with any worth change your life forever, perhaps only in a small way, but once you’ve heard them, they are forever a part...
I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is. I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them--as many as there are people--because each person perceives th...
He’s this Goth dude, can control people. Goth, like a Visigoth German Viking of the middle ages, or a Neil Gaiman-looking, Robert Smith, make-up-and-moonbeams Cure fan? What’s a Neil Gaiman? You’re an...
Gina always believed there was magic in the world. But it doesn't work in the way it does in fairy tales, she told me. It doesn't save us. We have to save ourselves.
But what the evil people do, that's their responsibility. The burden they have to carry. Sure, when we see 'em starting on causing some hurt, we've got to try and stop 'em, but mostly what the rest of...
Beauty isn't what you see on TV or in magazine ads or even necessarily in art galleries. It's a lot deeper and a lot simpler than that. It's realizing the goodness of things, it's leaving the world a...
Living in an environment I can't control doesn't scare me. I'm partial to the surprises.
Yes, no. I don't know. It's all so confusing. I'm just a kid.Abuelo smiled. You kept saying that while you told me your story, but what does it mean?That I'm too young to have to be making decisions l...
Well, you know this world isn't perfect.' 'No, you're wrong. This world IS perfect, people just come along and mess it up sometimes.
We are wise women, Abuela liked to say. Not because we are wise, but because we seek wisdom.
Time had ceased to feel linear. She looked up through the crisscrossing branches, thick with buds, into the night sky. The stars tugged at her gaze, trying to pull her up among them, or she was pullin...
There is no event so momentous that it hasn’t been seen before, no trouble so grand that won’t look small from another perspective.
Philosophers have argued for centuries about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, but materialists have known all along that it depends on whether they are jitterbugging or dancing cheek to...
If you cherish something enough, she told me, it doesn't matter how old or worn or useless it's become; your caring for it immediately raises its value in somebody else's eyes. It's just like rehab- a...
If all the darkness each of us carries within us, all our angers and unhappiness and bad moments were pulled out of us and given shape, we would all create monsters.
I hate the thought of her being forced into a box that doesn't fit her. Of having her wings cut off, her sight blinded, her hearing muted, her voice stilled.
He had too much cat in his blood - a deep-rooted feline twitch that would travel the length of his nerves to tickle his mind at the faintest sign of a mystery, no matter how small. He could no more le...
