Your dreams will betray you. Go nowhere on a horse that fades.

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

It's very selfish when I write. I'm not aware, ever, of writing for another person; I'm not even really aware of writing for myself.

Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root.

A rose by any other name Would get the blame For being what it is-- The colour of a kiss, The shadow of a flame. A rose may earn another name, So call it love; So call it love I will, And love is like the sea, Which changes constantly, And yet is still The same.

There was no violence, no speed. It moved to the rhythm of an elder dance, putting all the rituals of the world to shame. Black, silver, gold and moon-opal, night and sea, fire, earth, air and water.

I've been criticised for writing in too complex a manner for younger people.