Being a writer is a good, good thing.

... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.

Why was the judgement of the disapproving so valuable? Who said that their good opinions tended to be any more rational than those of generally pleasant people?

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

Rin slept inside the oak’s thought. Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.

I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.

Wait, I want more green. I hope I did not imply I only wanted your colors. We can't turn a cold shoulder to green, and blue, and purple, for the sake of all ordered things, how can you dismiss purple? Celi, call Nom back and tell him of my need for purple!