Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure?

The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.

When I am fascinated by something, I like to play with it.

The dictate of the light says: Know yourself and what you are. The dark replies, By all means, but then become afraid.

She could not mourn. She could no longer weep grasping the essence of annihilation, she wished only to cease, to be no more, as if sunk in some profound sleep devoid of wakening.

Writers tell stories better, because they've had more practice, but everyone has a book in them. Yes, that old cliche.

She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.