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Perhaps the downside of being a witch is too much awareness of your own feelings. You spend so much time trying to sink to the bottom of your own emotional lagoon so you can dredge up one honest want, that you stop being able to hide your feelings from yourself.
A person can’t really know who they are unless they know what they want.
Each morning, Jamie revels in the abundance of a whole day, stretched out before her—a dozen hours in which to write epic sentences and accomplish great things—and she looks up, and suddenly it’s evening and she’s gotten nowhere.
A pragmatist is up for whatever works, but a skeptic wants things to make sense and have a reasonable explanation, even if that leads to nothing but trial and frustrating error.
Some books stay with you even as you evolve, level up, and taste disappointment, and maybe you owe something to those books.
Relationships did not grow steadily, they grew at the speed of intimacy and trust—which was to say, slowly except for the occasional headlong leap.
She sometimes felt as though happiness was inherently retrospective, like the past could be happy or sad, but the present was always complicated.
People talk about relationships in terms like, “I like who I am when I’m with them,” or “They make me want to be a better person,” as if the purpose of love was self-improvement. But fuck that—the purpose of love is love.
Power is only as good as your willingness to lift everyone else up with you.
Jamie suspects capitalism is a huge part of the reason why magic is so difficult: nobody knows what they want, because we’ve all been brainwashed to want garbage.
You will always be loved, no matter what. You will always be loved. You cannot mess up so badly that you will not be loved.”
