He’s harmless, poor thing. That’s what everyone said. It was true, but who cares? Lots of people are harmless, but that doesn’t mean I have to like them.

I might be a wicked girl who'd think nothing of eating a baby for breakfast, but I'd never allow myself to get expelled. It's far too public.

Poor Petey. I’d like to say I could almost feel a tender spot for poor Petey, but the truth is I’d rather feel at the tender spot on his head and give it a poke.

Imagine a world without shadows. You cannot touch a shadow, but a world without them is a hard world, and flat.

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

I hated myself, but I also loved myself in a hateful way.

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