When the world changes, it stashes us away where we can't make it run the other way again.

Marya Morevna, we are better at this than you are. We can hold two terrible ideas at once in our hearts. Never have your folk delighted us more, been more like family. For a devil, hypocrisy is a parlour game, like charades. Such fun, and when the evening is done we shall be holding our bellies to keep from dying of laughter.

When the world changes, it stashes us away where we can't make it run the other way again.

A library is never complete. That’s the joy of it. We are always seeking one more book to add to our collection.

No, not like this, when I have not seen you without your skin on, when I know nothing, when I am not safe. Not you, whose name all my nightmares know.

I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.

I'm not lost, because I haven't any idea where to go that I might get lost on the way to. I'd like to get lost, because then I'd know where I was going, you see.