We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.

Evil is an act, not an appetite. How many haven't wanted to slash the throat of some boor across the dining room table? Present company excepted of course. Everyone has the appetite. If you give in to it, it, that act is evil. The appetite is normal.

How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.

The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.

Galinda didn't often stop to consider whether she believed in what she said or not; the whole point of conversations was flow.

She is no longer I, she is too long ago, she is only she.

She's sent the crows out to blind the guests coming for dinner!" What?" She's BLINDING THE GUESTS COMING FOR DINNER!" Well, that's one way to avoid having to dust, I suppose.