In Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell.

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.

If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog.

Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches.

I want my chirfugging goose back!

Brand a man as a thief and no one will ever hire him for honest labor - he will be a hardened robber within weeks. The brand does not reveal a person's nature, it shapes it.

You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.

The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.

Everybody knew that books were dangerous. Read the wrong book, it was said, and the words crawled around your brain on black legs and drove you mad, wicked mad.

Well, you will have to do. If you had died along with your mother, I would have taught the cat to read.

As a rule, the human mind gets attached to possessions very firmly. They don’t want to lose anything. They hold on to the little possession and can’t see the big possibilities.

So then, let "Deserved" be written on the door of hell, but on the door of Heaven and life, "The free gift" (68).

As someone who grew up in tough circumstances, I know that being on public assistance is not a spot that anyone wants to be in.

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

The opening ceremony was good, although I missed it.

Hitler is a scourge sent by God to punish men for their iniquities.

How is it possible for someone who believes that the world was created in six days to have a rational conversation with me, who doesnt believe that, about other possibilities?

What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!

Each book gets harder, each book gets harder and harder. I always feel like crying when I have to write.

It's really hard for me to remember all of the places that I've been but I can remember all of the delicious meals that I've ever eaten. I love traveling by way or stomach...and finding quiet time.