Life is a perilous voyage.

You are not a handgun. More like a pellet gun. Maybe even a slingshot.

Most fires crackle and pop, but that's not really the fire talking, it's the wood. To hear the fire itself you need a huge blaze like this one, a furnace so powerful it roars with its own wind. I...

I'll stop loving you the day my shadow stops following me around. Because on that day, nothing will make sense.

There is absolutely nothing that can harm the shadow. Nothing. I advise you strongly not try.

His voice gave out and he made several wavy motions with his hand, indicative of the shape of a woman who would probably be unable to keep her balance.

How do you express a skinny blonde werewolf and a former toad in a cake?

Singing in a storm silences thunder's threats.

"You're like, both like, Alexander the Great.' 'We can't both be Alexander.' 'Well sometimes I think you're two sides of the same coin, and I'm the metal in between.'"

Your strength is the strength of stones. Suddenly

You use your brain much as you would use a radio crystal; you tune in different frequencies.

Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain

I don't really like driving in the snow. There's something about the motion of the falling snowflakes that hurts my eyes, throws my sense of balance all to hell. It's like tumbling into a field of...

Have you ever fought an opponent you had no defense against? Like a fire breather or an acid spitter? Once I faced a female with diamond skin, Nix said breathlessly. I was transfixed - even as she was...

Perhaps thee will best understand what Abigail is like if I tell thee that when she quilts she prefers to stitch in the ditch, hiding her poor stitches in the seams between the blocks.

Geography is the key, the crucial accident of birth. A piece of protein could be a snail, a sea lion, or a systems analyst, but it had to start somewhere. This is not science; it is merely metaphor....

It was one of those dangerous moments when speech is at once sincere and deceptive, when feeling, rising high above its average depth, leaves flood-marks which are never reached again.

...maybe you believe that we fall into our future blindly, drifting from adventure to adventure, our journey zigzagging not according to plan but according to pure chance. Or just maybe, as random and...

I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.