There are no coincidences. And everything means something.

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.

Duty over fear.

I do not have respect for you who takes advantage of the soul that is kind and giving, for it is you who takes such liberties that becomes the ultimate fool.

We are not here to fear, we are here to hope and dreams to win the world.

This is the biggest problem in analytics today.

Satan was crouched in the corner of his office, playing a gameboy, 'Die alien scum' he was saying feverishly.

The last words of Jesus to the church (in Revelation) were ‘Repent!’

Today the art of gardening is practised much more often than any other, in ignorant, impulsive ways, by people who never stop to think that it is an art at all.

To me, singing is basically a form of prayer. I get this great joy when I'm singing - whatever I'm singing. I missed it when I left it.

One year they asked me to be poster boy - for birth control.

The wicked exist in this world either to be converted or that through them the good may exercise patience.