Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.

Witches don’t look like anything. Witches are. Witches do.

Even a witch wants sympathy.

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 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.

Meaning. If you're going to die, you want to find meaning in life. You want to connect the dots.

Perhaps you should put your head down.” I knew this was the thing to do, although I’ve never fainted and I don’t intend to.

Now that’s true poetic irony. I rush into battle to defend the fair name of Rose Larkin, and what does she do but fetch Robert to stop me.

Yes, I'm shallow, I don't mind admitting it. Perhaps I should admit that there's no end to the depths of my shallowness.

People will say, "there's heaven and hell", and they take it so serious that they look so sorrowful with penitence. I would rather ask them to show me the route that leads to heaven or hell.

I hope in God, I pray on, and look yet for the answer. They are not converted yet, but they will be.

You don't realize what fine fighting material there is in age. ... You show me any one who's lived to over seventy and you show me a fighter - some one who's got the will to live.

The idea that teaching is somehow the delivery of the goods is such a misunderstanding of what actually goes on.

No doubt a brain and some shoes are essential for marathon success, although if it comes down to a choice, pick the shoes. More people finish marathons with no brains than with no shoes.

A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.

I didn't really care much about anything, so I guess I felt fine.

Every powerful storm will help us to make a stronger shelter!

I've rarely met a miserable, self-pitying blind person.

I am a freeman and jolly as a beggar.