“The moon’s a powerful mistress. She can reach through any wall or covering and work her wicked charms.”

“Power is my mistress. I have worked too hard at her conquest to allow anyone to take her away from me.”

“The mind is a powerful thing. It can take you through walls.”

“I can smell the smoke now. I can see tendrils of it comin' up between the cracks in the shrikin' floorboards. There she is, calmly taking down the framed examples of fine embroideries, samplers, and needlework from teh hallway wall and tucking them under her arm. "Mistress! Come on! You've got to leave!"She calmly turns and faces me. "Why?" she asks. "The British are coming?""Only one, Mistress," I say”

“Oh, but when love is reached through suffering, it has a power it can never gain through innocence.”

“She had never had a boy talk to her like that. There was no cover of bullshit, no flirtation, no added charm, but his look was searing. He was different from anyone she had known.”