Actually, it would be assumed that the young lady had no such impulses at all, but I’ll tell you something: Chocolate melts on my tongue too.

It's the picnic principle. Things taste better outdoors. And if it's a forbidden thing, so much the better.

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

Even a witch wants sympathy.

Let’s hope she’s like the others, who look only at the surface. Let’s hope she’d never think that a girl with black-velvet eyes and cut-glass cheekbones could be a witch.

Eavesdropping is such a regular-person activity.

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 like rain and mist. I've never understood why people exclaim over bright skies and bushels of glaring sunshine.

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.

I can say.. that I never said that... we never met and this never happen... How?(Good question, the answer I will leave it for later)

I don't know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.

Fear is the most devastating of all human emotions. Man has no trouble like the paralyzing effects of fear.

I believe I went through a divorce. My relationship with Ellen is no less significant as a marriage than my relationship to Coley.

I am stronger when Tessa is here, you see. I told it to you," said Jem, still in the same soft voice. At that, Will did duck his head so that Tessa could not see his eyes. "I see it," he said.

Sometimes you have to look reality in the eye, and deny it.

I always carry my classic black-and-white tux and custom-made George Esquivel saddle shoes.

My style is constantly changing.

In the city, I wake bolt upright in the small hours, convinced that intruders are marauding through our apartment despite Swiss bank-style security arrangements.