“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?”
“Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?”
“I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.”
“To grow a melody?" "You can't grow a melody on purpose,” she said, and slyly added, “you have to plant an accidental.”
“Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men.”
“Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft were written by men.”