It isn’t hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.

One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her~is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met

I may not be sure if monsters exist, but I’d rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.

In the lives of children, pumpkins turn into coaches, mice and rats turn into men. When we grow up, we realize it is far more common for men to turn into rats.

No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always choice.

The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing, while the true traveler knows that the novel world about her serves as the most appropriate accessory.