No, officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? OH. My bad." -Nastasya

I'd once read somewhere that is takes about half as long to recover from a deep relationship as the relationship lasted.

My sister thought about it for a few moments. "Well, that's boring," she said finally. "Why can't you read porn of something fun that I could borrow?" I laughed. "Maybe later.

I felt an overwhelming gratitude in my life right now and wanted a chance to acknowledge it. I felt that any thanks given to any god all went to the same place, anyway, no matter what religion you were centered in.

Women are impossible, witches are worse, and women who are powerful witches are going to be the death of me.

Stay here!" he commanded me, then he raced off after Cal. I stopped for just a moment. Then I ran after them.

I-just want you. I want you so bad, all the time. I know I shouldn't, I know I can't, I know it's wrong... but even when you're pissing me off, when you're reminding me of pain and despair and torture-it's there, the wanting. I'm tired of fighting it. I fight so many things, all the time, every day. I don't want to fight this. Not anymore.