"You can eff off, too," I say, except I don't say eff, I say what 'eff' stands for.

You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It's a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but all weaving together in a rope of sound that's sad but not sad and slow but not slow and all singing one word. One word.

Sometimes witches merit saving. Quite often, actually. You'd be surprised.

Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.

A book cannot apologize for what people may think it should be. It has to be authoritative.

How do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?