The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.

The world was floods above and fire below

Her sister's shoes. They sparkeled even in the darkening afternoon. They sparkeled like yellow diamonds, and embers of blood and thorny stars.

I hate New Year's Eve. One more chance to remember that you haven't yet done what you wanted. And to pretend it doesn't matter.

The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down at last; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief.

I take responsibility only for the future, not the past. The past can't hurt you the way the future can.

Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.