Love is the same as being lost,' says Jacques to the dark. 'Except you don't care that you're lost.

The world is unkind to the shoeless and frolicsome.

I was to be buried inside my own creation, the better to keep its secrets. I will not tell you more, for your sake. But if you ask, I will answer.

If you are not setting a trap, then you are probably walking into one. It is the mark of the master to do both at once.

Could a dream kill a man? Could it strangle him where he sat sleeping?

Love is the same as being lost,' says Jacques to the dark. 'Except you don't care that you're lost.

She was beautiful, in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful to those who notice them.