“When your soul and minehave left our bodies and we areburried alongside each other,a Potter may one day mouldthe dust of both of usinto the same clay.”

“God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.”

“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.”

“And each day brings it's pretty dust,Our soon-choked souls to fllAnd we forget because we must,And not because we will.”

“We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.”

“Because we were both writers and both worked at home our days were filled with the sound of each other's voice”