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

You mind your tongue!” “Oh, I do,” I said. “I sharpen it every evening on your name.

I still can't understand how Cecil and my old tutor, Fitz, got along so well, when we often called Fitz 'the Genius' and avoided calling Cecil anything at all, so as not to be rude.

Death had no lips, but it was smiling

It's the picnic principle. Things taste better outdoors. And if it's a forbidden thing, so much the better.

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

I should hate to be a regular girl with a sugar-plum voice. I should hate to have swan-like lashes, and a thick, sooty neck. I sound as though I’m joking, I know, but I should truly hate to be like Leanne, so charming and ordinary and stuffed with clichéd feelings. I’m glad I’m the ice maiden. Who wants to be crying over every stray dog? Not I. Scratch my surface and what do you see? More surface.