I feel myself diminished, parts of me spiralling away into the darkness, that which is good and honest and true - If you hold it away from yourself long enough, do you lose it entirely? If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?

I thought... that we could at least talk about books.

If there was one thing she was learning from all this, it was how easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you'd have forever.

Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.

People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters.

You cannot save every fallen bird," said Woolsey. "One will do," said Magnus.

Beautiful. He'd called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before, except her mother, which didn't count. Mothers were required to think you were beautiful.