The earth is a mosaic, and most fail to notice the gossamer tesserae floating down from the realm of the mind that form its images of beauty and horror.

Jagged needle, wicked liesFrom under the skin, pluck evil eyes.Destiny change from pain and coldNow that you pay in blood and soul.

Sacred signs always come when your soul calls out in pain or joy.

Perhaps she was happiest when she was out of control. She looked at the fates and said three little words, not one regret.

Creativity is at the root of excitement.

Sometimes we grieve the living more than the dead.

On any given night the stars are endless losses or endless gains. One for the love you experience and one for the love you lose. One for the unfulfilled wish and one for the wish yet to come.

Inspiration for my short stories grows from a psychic kernel, a vision of some sort or an eccentric, colorful dream.

And he ate up all her vision, as he had done the first day she saw him so long ago.

Every spell is a journey.

Only the ocean kept the same rhythm. Crashing in and slowly pulling back out, it never lied, never changed. It tried to teach them a life of romantic consistency.

Let there be room left in your heart for the unimaginable ~ serendipity has a way of showing itself just when you feel like giving up.

It's terrific, Clare, " Henry says, and we stare at each other and I think, "Don't leave me.

What you see is not real. It is a misinterpretation of our false perceptions.

Laws die books never.

My uncle and my grandfather both worked in the Brooklyn Navy Yard.

Fairy dust is very useful. I use it to turn oatmeal into cake.

I consider all my films experiments.

I think that there is a role for food to be art; and when food is art, it can have drama, it can have spectacle, it can be theatrical. It can be this amazing experience.

"Mr. Churchill you're drunk!" Mr. Churchill: "And you, Lady Astor, are ugly. As for my condition, it will pass by the morning. You, however, will still be ugly.