I know they are naught things, but I devour novels.” (p. 57).

I don't know how you persist in being so stubborn-" "It's a superpower. I was bitten by a radioactive mule.

... and with my last thought I felt some real sympathy for those poor chickens.

Go on, son, you're not doing me any good by bleeding.

I cannot write to anyone outside myself--if I tried, it would be a horrible story, flat and lifeless. I write to myself. That's the only person I'm trying to please.

Look no farther than your hand, Make a choice and take a stand.

She dismounted, grabbed Enna's hand so tightly that she drew blood with her fingernails, walked straight into the nearest cottage, and plopped down on a bed. Enna nodded to the startled cottage dwellers. It's the queen, you see," said Enna. "She's going to have a baby in your house. You don't mind?