When I was younger, I'd wanted someone to promise me that things would work out and nothing bad would ever happen again. But I understood now that that was a child's wish. No one could promise that. No one. The grown-ups could try, but they couldn't promise, not and mean it.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

Never criticize, unless you can do a better job.

Morals aren't just for when it's easy, Anita. They aren't morals if you throw them aside every time it's convenient.

That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

There are things that can harm a lot more than physically.

I looked up at Ellen and her not-glowing pentagram. "Harm none is the rule, Ellen: bad witch, no cookie.