#itches

People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people any more, they're just ssoul-less sheep. ↗

— John Updike

#novel #widows #witches #death

Witches are naturally nosy,” said Miss Tick, standing up. “Well, I must go. I hope we shall meet again. I will give you some free advice, though.” “Will it cost me anything?” “What? I just said it was free!” said Miss Tick. “Yes, but my father said that free advice often turns out to be expensive,” said Tiffany. Miss Tick sniffed. “You could say this advice is priceless,” she said, “Are you listening?” “Yes,” said Tiffany. “Good. Now...if you trust in yourself...” “Yes?” “...and believe in your dreams...” “Yes?” “...and follow your star...” Miss Tick went on. “Yes?” “...you’ll still be beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy. Goodbye. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#witches #work #dreams

You keep pitching. Most of the pitches run wild. A few are caught. ↗

— Joseph Barbera

#few #keep #most #pitches #pitching

One thing that happens when you're pregnant is that as your stomach starts to stretch. It itches! So I have to keep my belly really lubricated. Every morning, there's a buttering ceremony after I get out of the shower. It's really like basting a turkey with body butter. ↗

— Padma Lakshmi

#belly #body #butter #ceremony #every

And oh, how she pitched herself into things. She would draw pictures all day long for weeks on end, then throw out the pencils and never draw another thing. Then it was embroidery with her, she had to learn it, and she'd make the most beautiful thing, fussing at herself for the least little mistake, then throw down the needles and be done with that forevermore. I never saw a child so changeable. It was as though she was looking for something to which she could give herself, and she never found it. Least ways not while she was a little girl. ↗

— Anne Rice

#women #beauty

I’m a witch. It’s what we do. When it’s nobody else’s business, it’s my business. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#business

Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point. ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#melissa-de-la-cruz #witches-of-east-end #death

That guy with the silver hair, he’s your dad, right?” Amber questioned, surveying the scene. “Yes,” I said, reluctant to say anything but, considering what was happening, figured was the least of my worries. “Ooo la la. He’s, like, totally diesel. Look at those arms.” She went on, admiring my dad to a sickening degree. “All right, jailbait, back off. It’s practically incest.” She sucked air through her teeth. “I know,” she said regretfully. “But a girl can dream. And I have a feeling he’s going to be starring in a lot of them. ↗

— Brandi Salazar

#magic #witches #young-adult-fantasy #dreams

Woman! Come out! I have—" She looked down at the bloodless grass, embarrassed. "I have come to rescue you," she finally said, as if admitting that she were covered in boils. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#rescuing #witches #humor

But then, that was the problem with pretty toy stitches. When real life got hold of them, they always tore out. ↗

— Paolo Bacigalupi

#stitches #life