I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form.

The audacity to love. Do you know what a gift that is?

Cats and ghosts both partook of the saucers of milk and that was okay. They consumed different parts of it: the cats its substance, the ghosts its essence, and none went to waste.

She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.

Like mold on books, grow myths on history.

I think with world building, it's important to create a sense of culture even if it is just a fantasy, and the best way to do that is to look at a real human culture and see what makes it cohesive.

Love makes a person do strange things.