But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.

Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick.

Come with me," Reyn said. "I want to show you something." Frankly, I had expected something more original. "Really?" I asked, "That's it? That's what you came up with?

You're not honey. Your'e wine. You're the deepest, darkest shadow under a tree on a blazing day. You're strong and hard, coursing like a current at the bottom of a river.

I held a nail in place and slammed it with the hammer. Best. Chore. Ever.

I'd once read somewhere that is takes about half as long to recover from a deep relationship as the relationship lasted.

Of course, when we got home, we found that Dagda had peed on my down comforter. He had also eaten part of Mom's maidenhair fern and barfed it up on the carpet. Then he had apparently worked himself into a frenzy sharpening his ting by amazingly effective claws on the armrest of my dad's favorite chair. Now he was asleep on a pillow, curled up like a fuzzy little snail. "God, he's so cute," I said, shaking my head.