Gina always believed there was magic in the world. "But it doesn't work in the way it does in fairy tales," she told me. "It doesn't save us. We have to save ourselves.

Witchery is merely a word for what we are all capable of.

It's all a matter of paying attention, being awake in the present moment, and not expecting a huge payoff. The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.

It's all those stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are

You've got to find yourself first. Everything else'll follow.

Stone walls confine a tinker; cold iron binds a witch; but a musician's music can never be fettered, for it lives first in her heart and mind.

Fortune-telling doesn't reveal the future; it mirrors the present. It resonates against what your subconscious already knows and hauls it up out of the darkness so you can get a good look at it.

I'm not Chinese. I thrive in interesting times.

Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.

There's bad apples in whatever way you want to group people - doesn't matter if it's religious, political or social. The big mistake is generalizing.

Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.

A bunch of bad songs, make an awful whine.

Romance this moment, this hour, this day. String moments together like pearls on a rope.

Stop spending so much time trying to prove what you already know to people who don't really matter. It just makes you look insecure and lacking self-confidence.

If you don't know where to start, remember that every single thing that happened to you is yours and you get to tell it.

Opportunity is present is wreckage as much as it is in that which is wonderful. It’s not so much how it comes to us, but what we do with it.

A nasty letter or a sarcastic one can make you righteously angry, but what can you do about a polite letter of rejection? Nothing, really, except cry.

Every fool believes what his teachers tell him, and calls his credulity science or morality as confidently as his father called it divine revelation.

My actions and reactions, and the way I treated certain scenarios, were way out of line, so I deserved some punishment.

He who knows, knows not. He who knows not, knows.

Just because someone's pretty, doesn't mean she's decent.