They burned this neighbourhood down in the early 1900s to prevent the spread of bubonic plague, and it occurs to me that they should consider doing it again, to purge the blight of well-meaning hipsters desperately trying to paint it rainbow

Mind gleams in every atom of the Universe.

For chocolate's sake!

The trouble with dead people today is they have no sense of decorum

The Road to Hell is Paved With Bad Intentions

If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, the flickering bulb above my head wasn’t it. The faces of my tormentors were no angels—they were hell’s minions and I’d stepped into their purgatory.

Shit happens. But so does magic." ~ Celia Wird, SEALED WITH A CURSE: A Weird Girls Novel

Artık bir birliğimiz var. Bir ismimiz yok, birçok ismimiz var. Hayalciler... Sıfırlar... Varolmayanlar... Yoklar... Yarım yamalaklar... Hayalperestler... Olmayanlar... Hiçler... Biz onlar gibi değiliz!

To gain your heart's desire you have to lose some part of your old life, your old self. To do that you have to have courage; without it, you can't make the leap. And if you don't make the leap you have only three choices: You can hate yourself for not taking the chance, you can hate the person from whom you've sacrificed your happiness, or you can hate the one who offered you happiness, and blame them for your lack of courage, convince yourself it wasn't real.

What," asked Mr Croup, "do you want?""What," asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, "does anyone want?""Dead things," suggested Mr Vandemar. "Extra teeth.