Father sighed. “Please spare me these arguments of yours.” “Whose arguments should I use?

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.

Satan doesn't want the gospel to be preached in the whole world because he is afraid of what comes after that - the End of the Age. Matthew 24:14

Remember if you write, write, write, you can never be wrong."---Stephanie Skeem Author of Flotsam

I fear that moments of quietude are on the endangered list

Sages shine so they can see the world, not so the world can see them.

I'm not against being proud of where you come from but I feel like sometimes the divisions are a little too bold and it hurts us more than it helps us.

Sublime wonders lie in store,I am shown a regal residence;a mighty kingdom, an empirewith more grandeur than before.

Christianity has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and not tried.

Any book is better than no book. Slowly, surely, one will lead you to another, which will lead you to the best.

Printing money is merely taxation in another form.

When the fruit appears the blossom drops off. Love of God is the fruit, and rituals are the blossom.