I dropped the candies into the children's bags, thinking: You small mortals don't realise the power of your stories.
Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there! He wasn’t there again today, Oh how I wish he’d go away!
Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
The good life is not about finding yourself. It's about creating yourself.
The good life is not measured by the material possessions we accumulate, but rather by the experiences and relationships we cultivate.
The good life is one that is engaged in meaningful pursuits and leaves a positive impact on others.
The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge.
Every adventure requires a first step.
Contrariwise,' continued Tweedledee, 'if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.'
I am not crazy; my reality is just different from yours.'
Off with her head!