Every affair is a fairy tale or a tragedy.
Cherie Priest, Maplecroft.
“The distance between an honest Christian mystic and a fortune-teller is sometimes less than half a whisper. Less than a pot of tea or the space between two book covers.”
“Jackson," he mused. "Not a name either one of you was born to."Lizzie answered, "No. But beyond a certain point, names become accessories. We swap them out as needed, for the sake of peace. You und...”
“As for the prayers, I suppose they cant hurt. Ive never found much good in them, Ill confess that here, though I keep such thoughts private when in public company. Who would confide in a physician ...”
“Last centurys magic is this years science.”
“She collected herself, and rose from the floor. Until you have a better grasp on what were dealing with here, Id appreciate your immediate proximity.I did as she asked. She was the expert, after al...”
“I met his eyes because I could not refuse them... they were the color of a storm clashing with a setting sun.”
“If you truly want to be respected by people you love, you must prove to them that you can survive without them.”
“The beautiful affair of sun, sky and the sea brings a perfect moment of love, peace and joy”
“We were hooked when we woke.We had arms for each other.But I yearned to resumeMy dreams of another.”
“They kissed for the first time then in the cold spring rain, though neither one of them now knew that it was raining. Tristran's heart pounded in his chest as if it was not big enough to contain al...”
“You think fairy tales are only for girls? Heres a hintask yourself who wrote them. I assure you, it wasnt just the women. Its the great male fantasyall it takes is one dance to know that shes the o...”
“Some seasons later, the Princess of the kingdom was riding with her handmaiden on the edge of the dark woods. Though once she had been very ill, the Princess had recovered miraculously and was now ...”
“Tragedy is like a strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.”
“It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in suchan inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, theirabsolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire l...”
“Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.”