Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.

Do people choose the art that inspires them — do they think it over, decide they might prefer the fabulous to the real? For me, it was those early readings of fairy tales that made me who I was as a reader and, later on, as a storyteller.

In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.

Being human means losing everything we love best in the world," she murmured as she released me. "But would you ask to be anything else?

Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.

Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be.