Find the goddess inside yourself instead of looking for the god in someone else.

Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms.

It's not that I literally think I'm a fearie. It's just that I feel so different from most people. And this idea of a race living underground in caverns, spending all their days dancing and playing the fiddle and eating flowers and reciting poetry and sharing their dreams, that to me sounds much more real than the way people live in this world, hating and fighting and wanting and hurting.

War is being reminded that you are completely at the mercy of death at every moment, without the illusion that you are not. Without the distractions that make life worth living.

Metaphors are an interesting example of creating magic in prose.

Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.