You don’t mind when he stares at you.” Cecil jerked his head toward Eldric. "He doesn’t stare,” I said. “He looks.

It's the picnic principle. Things taste better outdoors. And if it's a forbidden thing, so much the better.

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

Even a witch wants sympathy.

Let’s hope she’s like the others, who look only at the surface. Let’s hope she’d never think that a girl with black-velvet eyes and cut-glass cheekbones could be a witch.

Eavesdropping is such a regular-person activity.

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 like rain and mist. I've never understood why people exclaim over bright skies and bushels of glaring sunshine.

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.

Discouragement is your enemy, therefore resist it

The electrical grounding system is the largest radio frequency (RF) radiation antenna system ever constructed in the history of mankind.

But the French writers always had more originality and independence than others, and that regulator, which elsewhere was religion, long since ceased to exist for them.

In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

My art is the way I reestablish the bonds that tie me to the universe.

The hand is the tool of tools.

I wonder if "an" ever occurs before "haughty" except in a quotation, or whether you can make anything sound like a quotation by adding a word like "goeth"?

It is always disarming to treat with the enemy, so to speak.

Affection is one of the most neglected words in the English language, that people throw the word love around like confetti when they mean affection.