But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.

We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming.

All power is the same. Magic. Physical strength. Economic strength. Political strength. It all serves a single purpose-it gives its possessor a broader spectrum of choices. It creates alternative courses of action.

but all the things Science had promised us hadn't come to pass. Disease was still a problem. Starvation was still a problem. Violence and crime and war were still problems. In spite of the advance of technology, things just hadn't changed the way everyone had hoped and thought they would.

Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera.

Gruff,” I said, “I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what’s in a fae woman’s mind.