I feel like a fox in a henhouse full of Catholic girls.

There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.

Everything is fine and bright. Day must follow every night. My power keeps me safe from harm. The Goddess holds me in her arms.

The Goddess teaches us that every ending is also a beginning. May there be rebirth from this death.

Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty

No matter how dark you are, no matter what you think your heritage is or how inevitable your fall is, you can always make a choice in the next second to be different.

Women are impossible, witches are worse, and women who are powerful witches are going to be the death of me.

But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.

Fire is a fragile lover, court her well, neglect her not; her faith is like a misty smoke, her anger is destructive hot.

I should have known the power-hungry slave drivers at River's Edge would see my five days of freedom only as a challenge to be filled.

I held a nail in place and slammed it with the hammer. Best. Chore. Ever.

All will come out in the washing.

He told me about his monster. His sounded just like mine without quite so much mascara. When people shine a little light on their monster, we find out how similar most of our monsters are.

On Ernst Lubitsch: He could do more with a closed door than other directors could do with an open fly.

The things a man has to have are hope and confidence in himself against odds, and sometimes he needs somebody, his pal or his mother or his wife or God, to give him that confidence.

Liberty, equality - bad principles! The only true principle for humanity is justice; and justice to the feeble is protection and kindness.

One cannot have economic growth without security.

In the '90s, people wore scrunchies, but it was very uncool in the punk scene.

To give and not expect return, that is what lies at the heart of love.

If the truth didn't help anyone, and love didn't last, what was there left to struggle toward?

I teach for the Book Trust, which promotes reading and writing with children.