I think looking forward will be better than looking back.

She turns her head, Bailey catches her eye, and she smiles at him. Not in the way that one smiles at a random member of the audience when one is in the middle of performing circus tricks with unusually talented kittens but in the way that one smiles when one recognizes someone they have not seen in some time.

That man has no shadow.

Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon . . . is not the dragon the hero of his own story?

Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.

Where do you get your ideas? people ask. Sometimes they’re at the bottoms of cups of tea. Sometimes they’re lurking in my shower. Sometimes they’re waiting patiently in glass cases in museums.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.