He wanted to claim her, to possess her and be possessed, to sink into her soul until neither of them could tell their own being from the other.

You have a surprisingly logical mind, for a human. And a female. And a witch.

The wars not over, but this battle is. It’s time to pick up the pieces and move forward.

Wynn picked up the note, unfolded it, and read aloud. "'Call Wynnie-the-Pooh. Out of salt. Important. Dig on Coleman, Garvey/CG Towers, Uncle Griffin. Paris. Bank for box.

A Guardian lover is the last thing you need, Wynn Myfanwy, she told herself sternly. Too bad it was the very first thing she wanted.

She tilted her head to glare up at him. "There you go with the 'little witch' thing again. What did I tell you about that?" Knox grinned unrepentantly. "What can I say? You have bewitched me.

I do not doubt your intellectual or spiritual equality with me, mate. When I saw you belong to me, it is only because I belong so utterly to you, as well.

Why do you cry?""I almost lost you...""You cannot lose me, not when you are part of me...You cannot lose has become part of you.

The mob is a sort of bear while your ring is through its nose it will even dance under your cudgel but should the ring slip and you lose your hold the brute will turn and rend you.

Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.

Giving, in the form of volunteer work: enhances your immune system, lowers cholesterol levels, strengthens your heart, decreases the incidence of chest pains, and generally reduces stress.

There are times when the only access I have to the truest person that I am is when I'm alone and trying to solve a sentence. It's exciting, even when it's frustrating, even when I can't do it right.

A name means a lot just by itself.

I have many, many voices. I talk to my dogs like in the strangest voices you can imagine.

I'm not Irish. Just because I have red hair doesn't mean I'm a lucky charm, you know?

I'd love to have a family -- sometime in the future.

Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.