Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance; some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

Sorrow has a name, and its name is loneliness. Sorrow has a shape, and its shape is absence. Sorrow is a sickness like any other.

My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.

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.

The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness.