Cept for Ben, who I can’t describe much further without seeming soft and stupid and like a boy, so I won’t, just to say that I never knew my pa, but if you woke up one day and had a choice of picking one from a selecshun, if someone said, here, then, boy, pick who you want, then Ben wouldn’t be the worst choice you could make that morning.

Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my noise like whispers of truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

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

... a good idea always attracts other good ideas.

Don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.

People say they want freedom, but what they really want is freedom from worry. If I take care of their problems, they don't mind being told what to do.

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