“You have such interesting thoughts. No wonder witches are ephemeral. You drive yourself crazy. You should simply do what you want without the soul-searching. It will be easier in the long run, Rachel Mariana Morgan.”
“Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“You could have all the crazy thoughts you wanted, as long as you smiled and kept them to yourself.”
“Focus on yourself -- do what you want, when you want, without having to consider anyone else's agenda.”
“If you define yourself by your hair texture you have some soul searching to do. Start now the rest of us are tired of your stupidity.”
“Rachel, my itchy witch," Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. "We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?”