Laughter is a powerful weapon for it carries the light. To laugh is to defy the darkness.

The mirror had broken into millions of pieces and the wind blew them all over the world. If a person got a speck in their eye, the person would only see the ugly side of things from then on, but if a piece got in their blood and it reached their heart, it would freeze into a solid block of ice and they couldn't feel anything anymore

My heart belongs to you,' He promised. 'Would you have loved me when I was a girl?' 'I have always loved you. Even before I met you I loved the idea of you.

Short stories do not say this happened and this happened and this happened. They are a microcosm and a magnification rather than a linear progression.

If she is afraid of mirrors she is afraid of herself.

Sometimes success demands a certain refined insanity.

‎It is better to pursue a hopeless hope than to give in to black despair.