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.

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.

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

We're so quick to cut away pieces of ourselves to suit a particular relationship, a job, a circle of friends, incessantly editing who we are until we fit in.

Words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean.  Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes.

I can feel it, logic is trying to distract me but my heart it's screaming it's him.

Flirting and foreplay came easy to Erica. Before she’d turned twenty, Erato awakened inside her. Erato was the Greek Muse of Lyrics… and Erotic Poetry. She had a gift for inspiring passion.

Danger is a side effect of what I do, not the reason behind it.

Pigs are not that dirty. And they're smart, strange little creatures. They just need love.

Of course, it would help if she could stay focused, but she had the attention span of a sick flea.’ (Sunshine)

A fault is sooner found than mended.

What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?

The pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away

Before I was 20, I was the leading architect of the Southwest.