We cross from memory into imagination with only a vague awareness of change.
The Illusion of Separateness...writing is not a performance but a generosity.
If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and SpiritAvevo Joscelin, il mio Compagno Perfetto, la bussola su cui era fisso il mio cuore.
Kushiel's AvatarTo recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it
Kushiel's ChosenStand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you
Kushiel's DartCats are people, and the sooner the world accepts that fact, the better off the world will be.
RhubarbThe body is merely an evolutionary vehicle for the gene
The Red Queen: Sex and the Evolution of Human Nature