No one's hurt is too small, no worry too removed, no blessing so elusive that it cannot be seen by the eyes in the back of the human heart.

In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.

How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?

I didn't realize we were being watched. We were all being watched

It was different with you, Leo. In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same.

Usually it takes me about nine to 12 months to write a book.