Meaning. If you're going to die, you want to find meaning in life. You want to connect the dots.

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

I've confessed to everything and I's liked to be hanged. Now, if you please

Now that’s true poetic irony. I rush into battle to defend the fair name of Rose Larkin, and what does she do but fetch Robert to stop me.

It's strange how a person can have a distinct distaste for herself, but still she clutches on to life.

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.

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.