“Writing a novel is like pottery. Your initial draft of your story is like a lump of clay. Editing is like shaping that piece of clay into something interesting and beautiful.”

“I think you're like one of your own lumps of clay, Andy. God has a plan for you, and He's trying to get you into the center of it, and you keep dodging and slithering away.”

“In the midst of an enchanted, crystal forest lies my soul, beneath a weeping willow tree. On the shadowed side of this mystical haven, heart beats as thunder warns of a raging storm! Yesterday went well in deeds, but silence fell upon me... words could not express these lonesome thoughts. I closed my eyes to shut the doors of reality. Must you always need to understand me; shan't I keep a bit of mystery for my sake? These eyes plead, as I look up to you for such moments of peace and tranquility. Tears have fallen to the earth-- drops that glisten on blades of grass, even in the dark of night; stars shine brighter in my sight! Today, I remember sharing my life with you; Vows of love and friendship, forever spoken; and now, I lie alone beneath a weeping willow tree. Tommorrow, I shall walk alongside a never-ending creek.”

“When you're already going through a rough patch of life; a slight wave from past thrash you down so gracefully that journey bcms an unending shore !”

“...Ева му се усмихна засрамено. За нейните представи това беше равносилно на обяснение в любов. Но не всяка любов трябва да бъде изживяна. Някои любови трябва кротко да си останат в сърцето. Там, където не могат да навредят.”

“Agatha Clay: "I've never had coffee. Lilith said a young lady shouldn't drink stimulants."Zeetha: "Drink your coffee like a warrior."Agatha Clay: "...Yes, Zeetha.”

“For as from the same piece of clay a potter may fashion either a pot or a tile, so the Devil may shape a witch into a wolf or a cat or even a goat, without subtracting from her and without adding to her at all. For this occurs just as clay is first molded into one, then shaped into another form, for the Devil is a potter and his witches are but clay.”