“I smirked as I recalled how Jenks’s kids took to Ceri, and how Ellasbeth’s mother, another pure-blood elf, adored Jenks. I didn’t have any such “charmed” feelings for the lump of somnolent rock in the belfry rafters, and as far as I knew, neither did any other witch.”
“How do you know what a rock star feels like, Ada May? Have you ever been a rock star? I don't think so,' Beth Ann said.'I was just guessing.''Well, not me. I'm not saying I feel like something when I don't have any idea what that feels like and neither do you.”
“I wrote a zen koan once about love, but it didn’t make any sense. That’s how I knew I had accurately described love.”
“I feel like a real dead one: having neither blood to bleed nor any flesh or bone to feel the scars; yet I want to hold on to my spirit.”
“How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?”
“I suppose all little kids are like that. Great big lumps of meat surrounded by charm.”