One doesn’t become a witch to run around being helpful either…. It’s to escape all that – to have a life of one’s own, not an existence doled out to you by others, charitable refuse of their thoughts, so many ounces of stale bread of life a day.

When I die, I hope to think I have annoyed a great many people.

Happy is the day whose history is not written down.

One doesn’t become a witch to run around being helpful either…. It’s to escape all that – to have a life of one’s own, not an existence doled out to you by others, charitable refuse of their thoughts, so many ounces of stale bread of life a day.

Elizabeth ... had the prerogative of the rich that she could be generous with large sums and niggardly over small ones.

Belligerents always abolish war after a war.

Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.