I'm fairy godmothering a girl who sounds like something you put up in the rain.

There’s no point in believing in things that exist.

The Monks of Cool, whose tiny and exclusive monastery is hidden in a really cool and laid-back valley in the lower Ramtops, have a passing-out test for a novice. He is taken into a room full of all types of clothing and asked: Yo, my son, which of these is the most stylish thing to wear? And the correct answer is: Hey, whatever I select.

There was no himself in himself.

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.

You can think and you can fight, but the world's always movin', and if you wanna stay ahead you gotta dance.

And the new day was a great big fish.