No." Mosca bit her lip and shook her head firmly. Books no longer seemed quite enough. I don’t want a happy ending, I want more story.

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.

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

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.

No one likes a person that "should of" all over the place.

I believe the greatest asset a head of state can have is the ability to get a good night's sleep.

I'm not the type of person who dwells too much on bad things.

Satan is cunning and man is weak, but God rules the heart of his faithful, and does what he will.

Often the masses are plundered and do not know it.

Tenderness is the rest of passion.

I don't use composers. I research music the way I research the photographs or the facts in my scripts.

Teaching is a good distraction, and I am in contact with young people, which is very gratifying.

Every single second is an opportunity to change your life, because in any moment you can change the way you feel.

Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.