The trouble with thinking was that, once you started, you went on doing it.

I do note with interest that old women in my books become young women on the covers... this is discrimination against the chronologically gifted.

What was supposed to be so special about a full moon? It was only a big circle of light. And the dark of the moon was only darkness. But halfway between the two, when the moon was between the worlds of light and dark, when even the moon lived on the edge...maybe then a witch could believe in the moon.

Who'd want a pony when you could have the whole universe? It was far more interesting and you didn't have to muck it out once a week.

Oh. I see. People don't want to see what can't possibly exist.

Some of them wanted to sell me snake oil and I'm not necessarily going to dismiss all of these, as I have never found a rusty snake.

The wages of sin is death but so is the salary of virtue, and at least the evil get to go home early on Fridays.