"It doesn't matter how long it takes." She thought of him, of them, the lifetime already shared. "It's how long it lasts."

I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.

Wouldn't it be nice if everything balanced in the world? If right came out on top and wrong was punished. It sure would be simple.

I changed your life.” She looked down at the peach they shared. “You changed min. I’m glad of it.” And back into his eyes. “Every day. I’m glad of it. I’d like a pond, and maybe something to sit on so we could watch the creepy, interesting fish.” “That would suit me very well.” She linked her arms around his neck, laid her cheek on his. Love finds a way, she thought.

Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.

I loved the process of writing.

People in hell want snowcones.