The old gods and their magics did not dwindle away into murky memories of brownies and little fairies more at home in a Disney cartoon; rather, they changed. The coming of Christ and Christians actual...
The best change you can make is to hold up a mirror so that people can look into it and change themselves. That's the only way a person can be changed.By looking into yourself, Zia said. Even if you h...
Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.
Lies were like having a pregnant rabbit. One day you had one, but before you knew it, there were rabbits all over the place.
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.
Have you ever noticed' I said 'how everyone says they want to be different, but as soon as they meet someone who really is different, they ostracize them?
Everything can talk, the old woman replied. The trick is, not everybody knows how to listen.
But that’s what we all are – just stories. We only exist by how people remember us, by the stories we make of our lives. Without the stories, we’d just fade away.
In subsequent work where I explored the dark, I used the pseudonym Samuel M. Key.
You walk around with a negative attitude and you're just naturally going to bring trouble and hard times down on yourself.
With every light another color. —Romany description of themselves
What Jilly liked best about him was his theory of consensual reality, the idea that things exist because we agree that they exist.
They have alls these laws and social boundaries to keep the worst of them in check. The problem is, villains and bullies just ignore that kind of thing.
There is no plan, no future laid out for any of us beyond what we make for ourselves.
The trouble with magic is that there's too much it just can't fix. When things go wrong, glimpsing junkyard faerie and crows that can turn into girls and back again doesn't help much. The useful magic...
The more she tried to recapture the impulse that had set her wanting to put pen to paper, the less it seemed to have ever existed in the first place.
She’s old, is Granny Weather, he says, and cranky, too, but there’s more magic in one of her toenails than most of us will find in a lifetime.
Maybe she couldn’t go. Maybe she wanted him to stay. But she knew enough not to try to hold him back if he had to go. It was no different than making friends with a wild creature. You could catch them...
It is important to know what a person was. But it's more important to know what they are now.
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.