The thing about a mirror is this: The one who stares into it is condemned to consider the world from her own perspective.

And girls need cold anger. They need the cold simmer, the ceaseless grudge, the talent to avoid forgiveness, the side stepping of compromise. They need to know when they say something that they will never back down, ever, ever.

Well, the family always was bright, and brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly.

I learned to fly on a broom," he said, rolling up his sleeves. "I can learn to milk a goat, I bet." Though flying on a broom proved to be the easier task, he found.

Are you an aberration to your species?' she cried. 'Cats don't look for approval!

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?

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