I would rip the stars from the sky if you wished it. Anything for you. But remember to trust me. Remember your promise.

Her power was a wrenching thing, starless black and sorrow, but my magic was something more...it was hope.

And in such bliss does devastation grow.

Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?

I love you, " he murmured into my hair. "You are my night and stars, the fate I would fix myself to in any life.

I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.

You know nothing about me." "I know your soul. Everything else is an ornament.

My joy was ghostly, like something not quite realized.

He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.

A memory is a fine legacy to leave behind.

I promised you the moon for your throne and stars to wear in your hair, " said Amar, gesturing inside. "And I always keep my promises.

Who says only long tedious novels are good to read when all that can be summed up in one line

Never doubt in the DARK what God told you in the LIGHT.

Your unconscious mind is trying to figure out how to talk to your conscious.

Our powerful hunger for myth is a hunger for community. The person without a myth is a person without a home...To be a member of one's community is to share in its myths...

Like a brilliant shooting star, she had almost reached her zenith when her light was extinguished.

Without meaning, without substance, without aim: a mere 'public opinion'.

I had my house converted to the Colorado altitude, so I am always above sea level.

If you want to burrow a message into a human mind. Work it into a story

Almost all the civil liberty now enjoyed in the world owes its origin to the principles of the christian religion.

I would quite like to have been a 1920s writer.