“You're a witch, she reminded herself. You should love cemeteries. They're probably your natural habitat.”

“And it occurred to me that the reason she makes it work, probably, is because she's so comfortable with herself. And you know, that's not such a bad notion, in the whole life-lesson business. Being comfortable with yourself. Because if you're not okay with who you are, why should anyone else be?”

“She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that somewhere in another place entirely she was known and loved.”

“And it was at moments like this that she had to remind herself that she was in love with him, or had once been in love with him, a long time ago.”

“Clutter is my natural habitat.”

“It was probably as well, she reminded herself sternly: she never seen the point of havinga boyfriend just for the sake of having one, and there were, besides, so very many other questions surrounding her life that the idea of romance was probably too distracting to take on. Neverthless, she thought now it would be nice to be fallen in love with; and to be fallen in lovewith by a handsome man would be positively luxurious.”