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

The shortest unit of time in the multiverse is the New York Second, defined as the period of time between the traffic lights turning green and the cab behind you honking.

This time it had been magic. And it didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done.

Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It’s a feeling inside that can hardly be contained.

The trouble is you can shut your eyes but you can’t shut your mind.

You had to deal every day with people who were foolish and lazy and untruthful and downright unpleasant, and you could certainly end up thinking that the world would be considerably improved if you gave them a slap.

One minute I'm just another rabbit and happy about it, next minute *whazaam*, I'm thinking. That's a major drawback if you're looking for happiness as a rabbit, let me tell you. You want grass and sex, not thoughts like 'What's it all about, when you get right down to it?'