I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.

I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know.

The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.

If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

The woman had a humble, cringing manner. Of course, she had discovered that, having neither money nor virtue, she had better be humble if she knew what was good for her.