Watch your step. Keep your wits about you; you will need them.

Most distracting of all, though, was not the threat of danger but the allure of beauty.

But miracles are not for the asking; they come only when the stern eyes of God droop shut for a moment, and Our Lady takes advantage of His inattention to grant an illicit mercy. God...is an Anglican, whereas Our Lady is of the True Faith; the two of Them have an uneasy relationship, unable to agree on anything, except that if They divorce, the Devil will leap gleefully into the breach.

Reassurance is such a sad, mad thing. Deep inside, everyone knows the truth.

A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen, mutilated, and discarded in the gutter of destiny.

The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that's always been there, and the next minute it's just a memory.

I am a fallen woman, but I assure you: I did not fall. I was pushed.