On the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.

All cat stories start with this statement: "My mother, who was the first cat, told me this...

Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.

God! Whose hand was I holding?

Let him be wise, or let me be blind; don't let me, she hoped concretely, don't let me know too surely what he thinks of me.

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

I really think I shall commence chapter forty-four," he said, patting his hands together. "I shall commence, I think, with a slight exaggeration and go on from there into an outright lie. Constance, my dear?" "Yes, Uncle Julian?" "I am going to say that my wife was a beautiful woman.