I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.

I believe that authors don't have a responsibility to include "messages" in their work, but they do have a responsibility to write a world that seems true and real, never more than when expecting readers to believe in magic and angels and fairies.

There were some memories, though, that never faded.

One can give up many things for love, but one should not give up oneself.

Hugo is a raven,and, as such he knows many things. I, meanwhile, am Hodge Starkweathe, a professor of history, as such, I do not know nearly enough.

Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.

Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn’t desire his kiss, she won’t be free.