I love science fiction but especially his because it's so humane.
You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.
No barrier was strong enough to keep out the movement of time.
I don't think I make much of a distinction between the 'real' and the 'fantastic.' They both seem to be threads in the same cloth as far as I'm concerned.
You are only worthy of what you prove yourself to be.
She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.