God! Whose hand was I holding?

We were going to the long field which today looked like an ocean, although I had never seen an ocean; the grass was moving in the breeze and the cloud shadows passed back and forth and the trees in the distance moved.

I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had.

It watches," he added suddenly. "The house. It watches every move you make.

I can't help it when people are frightened," says Merricat. "I always want to frighten them more.

For plain and fancy worrying, give me a new mother every time.

So long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.