No one is ever ordinary.

No one is ever ordinary.

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.

I began to feel lighthearted. Don't ever do that; it tempts some dark and evil force abroad in the universe.

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

If they had said my writing wasn't good enough, fair enough, that's an opinion. But to say it's too complex is to insult the intelligence of the so-called young.

I hate the way, once you start to know someone, care about them, their behavior can distress you, even when it's unreasonable and not your fault, even if you were really trying to be careful, tactful.