A true friend will never do match-making if they dont like the person that makes their friend Happy

Witches don’t look like anything. Witches are. Witches do.

Even a witch wants sympathy.

If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. I believe I am loveable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?

I don't mean to be ungrateful but if someone's out there answering prayers, mine's not at the top of the list

But witchy magic doesn’t listen to please and pretty please, and anyway, I didn’t really care. I only pretended to care because not caring makes me a monster.

Thoughts are strange creatures. They lead you from one thing to another. Sometimes you don’t know how you got from one to the next.

Meaning. If you're going to die, you want to find meaning in life. You want to connect the dots.

Perhaps you should put your head down.” I knew this was the thing to do, although I’ve never fainted and I don’t intend to.

Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.

Now that’s true poetic irony. I rush into battle to defend the fair name of Rose Larkin, and what does she do but fetch Robert to stop me.

The more the level of insecurity is reduced, the more the level of faith will grow.

Your silence holds the mysterious and beautiful secrets of your life. Feel it, love it, adore it, live it, and enjoy it.

It's a failure of national vision when you regard children as weapons, and talents as materials you can mine, assay, and fabricate for profit and defense.

I had a vision of what it would look like if like seventy people at the same time went nuts and sprayed water everywhere.

Without "Louie Louie" a symphony is not quite so grand.

I'm kind of a hermit. Left to my own devices, I won't submerge myself in anything further afield than the driveway.

The truth is not delicate and it does not suffer from denial—the truth only dies when true stories are untold.

To be a photographer you must have something to say about the world.

I'm a small and normal girl, and stories like mine no one likes to tell. Fortunately so, because I wouldn't like to play myself.

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!