I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.

You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.

I hate women like that. They're so desperate for the attention of men that they'd willingly betray and harm members of their own sex

Witches didn't need blood to survive, but humans didn't need wine, either.

Surprising, I know. Everyone thinks I'm older.

I don't quite comprehend why you'd force someone to bow when the purpose of the gesture is to display allegiance and respect.

We all bear scars,... Mine just happen to be more visible than most.