Happy endings are still endings.

Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it might be the best way to die.

Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.

If you're ever in doubt, throw a pepper in the air. If it fails to come down, you have gone mad, so don't trust in anything.

In the end, all disguises must drop.

I like classical music of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and I adore Bach above all.

The thing about a mirror is this: The one who stares into it is condemned to consider the world from her own perspective.