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

Eavesdropping is such a regular-person activity.

Let’s hope she’s like the others, who look only at the surface. Let’s hope she’d never think that a girl with black-velvet eyes and cut-glass cheekbones could be a witch.

I am entirely well,” said Eldric, “which has Dr. Rannigan exploring first one theory, then another, trying to understand. But not being a man of science, I don’t care about understanding. I simply want to go outside and break a few windows.

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

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.

A girl can have the face of an angel but have a horrid sort of heart.