And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.

I’m not superstitious. I’m a witch. Witches aren’t superstitious. We are what people are superstitious of.

This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do.

The trouble is you can shut your eyes but you can’t shut your mind.

Your own brain ought to have the decency to be on your side!

A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.

That's Third Thoughts for you. When a huge rock is going to land on your head, they're the thoughts that think: Is that an igneous rock, such as granite, or is it sandstone?

Yes, she'd made a mistake... but she wasn't going to be bullied. You couldn't let boys go around raining on your lava and ogling other people's watercolors.

Living this long's not as wonderful as people think. I mean, you get the same amount of youth as everyone else, but a great big extra helping of being very old and deaf and creaky.

You couldn't escape the pointy hat, though. There was nothing magical about a pointy hat except that it said that the woman underneath it was a witch. People paid attention to a pointy hat.

Gossiping's part of witchcraft, ' said Tiffany. 'They're checking to see if they've gone batty yet.

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.

I may some day get a boyfriend and eventually a husband, but you will always be my first loves." -Sheetal, 14, Qatar

I manage a toast to the Christmas treeand one to the sweet absurdityin the miracle of the verb to be.Lucky you, lucky me.

The government of our great country belongs to all of the people and not just a handful of the wealthy.

Folly is like the growth of weeds, always luxurious and spontaneous; wisdom, like flowers, requires cultivation.

The inside of the door is glossy white. A total re-paint. I touch it with my fingers, but it stays the same. It's so bright it makes the room waver at the edges. Every few years we disappear.

The more we empathize with the other party, the safer we feel.

If there's anything I hate it's the word humorist-I feel like countering with the word seriousist.

But it's just been recently that Nashville has started to feel like home.

It is the beginning of wisdom when you recognize that the best you can do is choose which rules you want to live by, and it's persistent and aggravated imbecility to pretend you can live without any.