People will believe anything if it means they can go on with their lives and not have to think too hard about it.

Why does everyone want to own me?" Pippa mumbles. She's got her head in her hands. "Why do they all want to control my life -- how I look, whom I see, what I do or don't do? Why can't they just let me alone?" "Because you're beautiful," Ann answers, watching the fire lick her palm. "People always think they can own beautiful things.

I'm sorry,' he says simply. 'People make mistakes, Gemma. We take the wrong action for the right reasons, and the right action for the wrong reasons.

The rules of magic, my dear, are best not discusses. For once we understand the illusion, we no longer believe it.

Dammit!" "What?" Gonzo sounds panicked. "We're out of gas." "You're Shithenging me." "I Shithenge you not.

I can be whatever. You can be whatever. We can be whatever. Whatever, together.

And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.