Damn me to hell or take me to heaven, but for Gods sake, do it now.

I don't think you can write - at least not well - if you don't love stories, love the written word.

That's a lot of vegetables. "It is, yes, and if you eat them like a good girl..." He lifted the silver lid on another plate, revealed a small pizza, with pepperoni arranged into a smiley face. She tried to give him a stony stare, but the laugh won out. "You think you're cute, don't you, pal?" "Adorable." "In this case, you can have adorable. Ow!" She managed the stony stare when he slapped her hand away from the pizza. "Vegetables first.

Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.

Can you stand a little closer?" "Hmm?" "You smell good. I like to smell you.

Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.

What about your crepe?" "Stuff It." "She's crazy about you," Mavis commented. "It's almost embarrassing, the way she fawns.