A long time ago a bunch of people reached a general consensus as to what's real and what's not and most of us have been going along with it ever since.

Witchery is merely a word for what we are all capable of.

It's all a matter of paying attention, being awake in the present moment, and not expecting a huge payoff. The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.

It's all those stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are

You've got to find yourself first. Everything else'll follow.

Stone walls confine a tinker; cold iron binds a witch; but a musician's music can never be fettered, for it lives first in her heart and mind.

Fortune-telling doesn't reveal the future; it mirrors the present. It resonates against what your subconscious already knows and hauls it up out of the darkness so you can get a good look at it.

I'm not Chinese. I thrive in interesting times.

Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.

There's bad apples in whatever way you want to group people - doesn't matter if it's religious, political or social. The big mistake is generalizing.

Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.

When you are not full of the Holy Spirit, you easily cower in fear and lack a stand on truth

I can´t get out of the box, while keeping God in the box.

Why do I write? Because I like telling stories and I don't like repeating myself (insert chuckle here).

Autumn in my garden is when trees give their tickertape welcome to winter.

A doctor's reputation is made by the number of eminent men who die under his care.

For pale and trembling anger rushes in With faltering speech, and eyes that wildly stare, Fierce as the tiger, madder than the seas, Desperate and armed with more than human strength.

A young man fills out an application for a job and does well until he gets to the last question, "Who Should we notify in case of an accident?" He mulls it over and then writes, "Anybody in sight!"

Relegating women to second-class citizenship was abolished when Jesus died on the cross.

It is comparatively easy to leave a mistress, but very hard to be left by one.

Unless the old adage must be verified, That beggars mounted, run their horse to death.