The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.

If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog.

Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches.

I want my chirfugging goose back!

Brand a man as a thief and no one will ever hire him for honest labor - he will be a hardened robber within weeks. The brand does not reveal a person's nature, it shapes it.

You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.

In Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell.

Everybody knew that books were dangerous. Read the wrong book, it was said, and the words crawled around your brain on black legs and drove you mad, wicked mad.

Well, you will have to do. If you had died along with your mother, I would have taught the cat to read.

Your fashion should reflect your true passion for life.

The sun was directly overhead, bright against the flower’s exterior. Warm blueish-purple silhouettes pirouetted and danced along interior walls.

Sadly, too much has changed about publishing ... not only does attractiveness matter to agents and editors, but there's no room anymore for a reclusive writer.

The Christian church has left nothing untouched by its depravity; it has turned every value into worthlessness, and every truth into a lie

I don't think people should have boundaries put on them, by themselves or society or another gender, because it's our birthright to experience life in whatever way we feel best suits us.

I'm a role model. I have overcome the negativity, and I'm playing.

But the case has proved that to be true which Appius says in his songs, that each man is the maker of his own fate.

It generally happens that assurance keeps an even pace with ability.

If you were a sane woman, I would, of course, behave in a more rational fashion. Since you are a lunatic, however, this is the only way.

The great charm of fly-fishing is that we are always learning.