Found Quote by Charles de Lint

“And her hand kept remembering the sensation of the cloak against her fingers, replaying it over and over in her mind. There was a…

— Eliezer Yudkowsky

She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with…

— Dean Koontz

In her dance, she controlled the bright paper birds with invisible wires and threads. She played the human: heavy, tied to earth. Her dances…

— Katherine Catmull

But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was…

— Anonymous

She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn't see it in themselves.

— Anonymous

In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had…

— Toni Morrison

To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed…

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“Unlike them, however, her path was not through daring deeds or the study of magic or the use of miraculous powers. She had been…

— William Joyce

“[She was] a creature full of eager, passionate longings for all that was beautiful and glad; thirsty for all knowledge; with an ear straining…

— George Eliot

That was the change in her from ten years ago; that, indeed, was her reward, this haunting, magical sadness which spoke straight to the…

— Evelyn Waugh

“Those visionary strains, ever struggling to translate into wild and broken sounds the language of unearthly beings, breathed around her from her birth. Thus…

— Edward Bulwer-Lytton

And she would not hold back his limbs when his heart was gone to the woods, for it is ever the way of witches…

— Lord Dunsany