Should I ever again sink into illness, I'm sure I'll remember Eldric. I'll remember he cared for me. I'll remember that someone had at least taken the time to touch my face.

A poem doesn’t come out and tell you what it has to say. It circles back on itself, eating its own tail and making you guess what it means.

How can something as fragile as a word build the whole world?

If you don't argue, you can't give in.

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

Our English monarchs are so unimaginative,” said Eldric. “They execute people in such tediously conventional ways.

It’s one thing if a person learns you’re a witch. It’s quite another if he learns you’re a murderer. I almost forget I’m a witch now that I know I’m a murderer—murderess, actually. Murderess sounds so much worse.