In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified.

... the decades looked on and didn't notice her passing. They stared from their fixed mounts across at each other and didn't see revolution striding between them, on her way to destiny.

People always did like to talk, didn't they? That's why I call myself a witch now: the Wicked Witch of the West, if you want the full glory of it. As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.

She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.

Oh now that's a blueprint for an impossibly rosy future

I'm not a writer because I want to make money. I'm a writer because I'm a very slow thinker, but I do care about thinking, and the only way I know how to think with any kind of finesse is by telling stories.