"We sit there, our eyes locked on one another, for several seconds. I know in my heart we're both thinking the same thing. Jacob leans forward over the candle, the shadow of the flame dancing against his bottom lip. I lean forward to meet him as well. It's a kiss full of promise, of trust, and of all that is magic."
— Laurie Faria Stolarz (White Is for Magic)

""Age is artificial. It's soulless. It doesn't matter one bit.""
— Laurie Faria Stolarz (Bleed)

"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die.."
— Laurie Faria Stolarz (White Is for Magic)