The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible.If… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
When reviewing my novel Dreams of the Compass Rose for the Magazine of F&SF, master fantasist Charles de Lint called it "engaging… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Everything I write now might have roots in myths, often disguised,often dissolved into new multi-ethnic myths of my own making. — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
The satisfaction of short fiction does not come close to the rich pleasure I get as a writer in the long deep… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Why is wisdom so fair? Why is beauty so wise? Because all else is temporary, while beauty and wisdom are the only real and… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
“The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland. The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox.… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
“Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards against tinsel… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
It does not take a great supernatural heroine or magical hero to save the world.We all save it every day, and we all destroy… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Here's a new 'Blessing' for our time -- 'May Anderson Cooper never be sent to report on your town! — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
When you wake up from a dream you have only a few precious moments before the details of the dream begin to dissipate and… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
“It's a fact— everyone is ignorant in some way or another. Ignorance is our deepest secret. And it is one of the scariest things… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first,… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
“Meditation is a mysterious method of self-restoration. It involves “shutting” out the outside world, and by that means sensing the universal “presence” which is,… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Unlike a fountain that circulates the same water in an enclosed, perpetually recycling system, a human being circulates thoughts in an unlimited reservoir of… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
I've always been creative verbally, had a flair, my teachers said - wrote great expository essays in elementary school, scribbled little poems, embraced all… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
