“I’m a cat. We aren’t required to make sense.”
“He hissed and rocked his hips into her. “You like to bite?”“I’m a cat, aren’t I?”
“I’m not superstitious. I’m a witch. Witches aren’t superstitious. We are what people are superstitious of.”
“They say that a cat, if it falls from a window andhits its nose, can lose its sense of smell and then, because cats live bytheir ability to smell, it can no longer recognize things. I’m a cat that hitits nose.”
“We are the choices we make. And have to make. We aren’t anything else.”
“Feelings aren’t sensible.always,” her mother said gently. “Feelings aren’t sensible.Sometimes you fall in love with people who don’t makesense. And the ones who do make sense turn out to bethe wrong ones”