Grief,she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

The only people who think children are carefree are the ones who've forgotten their own childhood.

All is going well, very well, I couldn’t ask for anything better— So why do I hate my life?

So let me tell you what I think about gods. I think a real god is not going to be so scared or angry that he tries to keep other people down…A real god doesn’t care about control. A real god already has control of everything that needs controlling. Real gods would want to teach you how to be just like them.

He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.

If words can be lethal weapons, I must provide them with an arsenal.

The only teacher that's worth anything to you is your enemy.