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.

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

What would it be like to care so little about what other people thought of you?

I wish you could be kissed, Jane, ' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.

What others will think?” has killed the most dreams, Living the mainstream has never been the mainstream, Free people know how to live without remorse, They know ships aren’t meant to stay at shores.

i wish i could live in my dream.

Some victims do need to "blame" themselves and take responsibility.

For every traveller who has any taste of his own, the only useful guidebook will be the one which he himself has written.

Even with all the documents, you can never forge nature

Blood, always precious, is priceless when it streams from Immanuel's side.

Absence, the highest form of presence.

The suddenness of the leap from hardware to software cannot but produce a period of anarchy and collapse, especially in the developed countries.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge