“A fickle lover, sleep takes us as it will, when it wants, and how. Sensing her desperate need, however, it draws Corrie deeply into its embrace, somewhere between her tears and terror.”

“Then again, that's how the most successful predators work, she thinks ruefully. We stumble into their traps and do their work for them while we're busy getting on with the business of living.”

“Dawn is a friend of the muses, even if they aren't awake to appreciate it.”

“People say the darkness is where secrets are best hidden. Night time brings clarity and focus to owls, even if the aperture of this vision comes with a stigma.”

“A tire spins aimlessly, being pulled a different direction by forces larger and stronger and with little consideration of its wasted effort. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't leave t...”

“The syrup of lilies hangs thick and sweet in the air, its cloying scent the traditional mask of death and rebirth: ashes and incense, rain and dirt, and something like rosin. It's the scent Hector ...”

“Heaven would never be heaven without you.”

“Let your days become a fragrant song where heaven and earth continually collide”

“Heavens is here 'neath the mountain walls,In the song of the wind and the waterfalls,In the watchful stars that blanket the nightAnd the music of birds before the dawn light.Heaven is here in our m...”

“Non est ad astra mollis e terris via" - "There is no easy way from the earth to the stars”

“Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas" - "Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses”

“Ars moriendi ars vivendi est: the art of dying is the art of living.”