People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's
people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.”
Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny
Happy endings are still endings.
Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true... we call it history.
Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.
One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her. Is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?
In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realize it is far more common for men to turn into rats.
As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.
You confuse not speaking with not listening.
The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.
Not everyone is born a witch or a saint. Not everyone is born talented, or crooked, or blessed; some are born definite in no particular at all. We are a fountain of shimmering contradictions, most of us. Beautiful in the concept, if we're lucky, but frequently tedious or regrettable as we flesh ourselves out.