I don't like my shoes,' said Rose. 'I'm wearing my shoes and you don't see me complain.' 'You only hear a person complain,' said Rose. 'Not see.' How has Rose lived for seventeen years and no one has killed her, not once?

People think me a sort of Florence Nightingale, but I have no heroic qualities. I simply don’t feel very much.

I don't mean to be ungrateful but if someone's out there answering prayers, mine's not at the top of the list

Perhaps you should put your head down.” I knew this was the thing to do, although I’ve never fainted and I don’t intend to.

Even a witch wants sympathy.

Death had no lips, but it was smiling

I don't know what it is, but I ache for it each day. It's as though I have eyes, but there are colors I cannot see. As though I have ears, but there's a range of notes I cannot hear.