Quotes from Ami McKay

No matter what you do, someone always knew you would.

Sometimes, for a moment, everything is just as you need it to be. The memories of such moments live in the heart, waiting for the time you need to think of them, if only to remind yourself that for a short while, everything had been fine, and might be so again.

If women lose the right to say where and how they birth their children, then they will have lost something that's as dear to life as breathing.

She'd always adored autumn storms, from the quiet that came before the rain, when the birds and bugs went silent, to the raucous cracks and grumbles that echoed between the clouds, rife with the possibility of goblins and ghosts.

How a mother comes to love her child, her caring at all for this thing that's made her heavy, lopsided and slow, this thing that made her wish she were dead ... that's the miracle.

Close your eyes and get some rest. We gain new worlds when we sleep. —The Grimoire of Eleanor St. Clair

Fortune favors the prepared mind. Beauty seeks attention. Intelligence commands it.

Christmas Day has come and gone, the New Year lies ahead. Strange things happen Between the Years, in the days outside of time. Minutes go wild, hours vanish. Idleness becomes a clever thief, stealing the names of the days of the week, muting the steady tick of watches and clocks. These are the hours when angels, ghosts, demons and meddlers ride howling wind and flickering candlelight, keen to stir unguarded hearts and restless minds.

May you rise with the sun, ready to make hay. May the rains come at night to wash your cares away. May you sleep with the angels sittin' on your bed. May you be an hour in Heaven a'fore the Devil knows you're dead.

People like the feeling they get when they think they've stumbled upon something miraculous. It's a proven fact.

Miss B. says, It's a mama's faith what keeps her children right. I'm not talkin' 'bout the churchgoin' kind, neither. Miss Mabel's got faith in goodness. Tell me you can't help but believe in it too just by lookin' at her.

Of course the act of drinking tea was, in and of itself, quite troublesome, as it had been known to lead to all sorts of sins: idleness, gossip, political activity, subversive thinking.

Bidden or not, God is here.

Mama stared at me not with sadness, but with pleading. She was thinner than I'd ever allowed myself to notice, looking more like a child than a woman. I wanted to believe she knew what was best for me. I wanted to believe she was like every other mother and that she loved me more than I loved her. I hoped, if I followed her wishes, I would finally make her happy.

Sin has many tools, but a lie has a handle to fit them all.

Ne laissez aucun mal à s'abattre sur nous. Let no evil befall us.

If women lose the right to say where and how they birth their children, then they will have lost something that's as dear to life as breathing.

If there ever was a place where one could start again, it was Manhattan. Move a block, and your enemies become your friends. Move ten blocks and you might never see anyone you knew again.

The house seemed almost without smells at all, pleasant or foul, leaving me to wonder if the upper class existed on a different sort of air from the rest of the world, a breeze piped into their homes from above the clouds, so clean you had to pay for it.

There's no match for the sweetness independence brings.

If you want to properly tell a story, you have to be willing to write it a thousand ways. And then you must be brave enough to share it with others.

Aunt Fran lowered her voice. Her cold is just the start of a greater sickness. These 'stories,' as you call them, will only lead her to more pain. Fran, talk plain, will you? I'm talking about derangement. Don't be silly! She wispered. And deviant behaviours.

While it might be fashionable for a lady to attend a publuc lecture on the afterlife, or participate in a seance from time to time, claiming to have seen a ghost yourself does not go down well in polite circles.

Heart throbs- yes, heart throbs of happiness, heart throbs of courage, heart throbs that make us feel better. Those things that appeal to others; that note of inspiration laid aside--bring it forth and let us make a magazine that will speak the language of the heart as well as of the mind.