There will be danger; some of you may not live to complete your lessons. It's a risk you take. This world is bigger than you and it will go on, regardless.
It's amazing how kids can be brutalized into a mold in witch they it right back to the weaker one and never think of escaping from the whole filthy mess.
Have patience, Aylin, this is only the beginning. I can give you this answer to your question, though. There are more than faeries and witches in these woods." -Finn
At the witching hour, the city was totally silent. Only the wind of portent blew through the gathered council of whispering brick chimneys on the rooftops, delivering the hand that would write upon the wall.
One of the problems with being a witch is when you ask the universe a question, it generally give you an answer.
You really are like him, your father." "I can't tell whether you think that's good or bad." "What does it matter? It's simply true.
I told myself that it took forty-two facial muscles to frown and only four to stretch out my arm and bitch-slap the witch.
Verence would rather cut his own leg off than put a witch in prison, since it'd save trouble in the long run and probably be less painful.
If you really want to upset a witch, do her a favor which she has no means of repaying. The unfulfilled obligation will nag at her like a hangnail.
The witch knew who had killed her and she snatched pieces of time, here and there, from the business of dying, to make her revenge.
In a town in Calabria, a long time ago, there lived an old lady everyone called Strega Nona, which meant "Grandma Witch".
You can't go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it's just a cage.
But maybe she should turn the other way while I get dressed. Wouldn't want to ruin her for other men. - Dean
Hook up with us and see a quick return on your premiums.' I like it, Sammy. Think we can fit it on a bumper sticker? (Dean)
The colour grey is an unemotional colour, neutral, on the fence and neither here, nor there. Tis why old people’s hair turns grey . . . betwixt life and death.
Sometimes rising above is the only way to stop the hate from spreading. It's not what anyone expects, and it does make them stop and think.
I collected pictures and I drew pictures and I looked at the pictures by myself. And because no one else ever saw them, the pictures were perfect and true. They were alive.
She looked at the last thing she had written and she felt calm. Then she crossed the words out vehemently, scribbling until even the shape of the sentence was destroyed.
When you grow up to be an author and write books, you'll think you're making the books up, but they'll all really be true, somewhere.
One is seldom unchanged by the death of those one loves. It gives me a deeper knowledge of them, and so of oneself in regard to them.
In what he suffered, as in all true suffering and in true joy, there was the quality of eternity. He could not believe it would ever end.
