Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

You're not in love if you keep your own heart bricked up behind your bones. You're only playing.

No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back.

So most people go around with grimy machinery, when all it would take is a bit of spit and polish to make them paladins once more, bold knights and true.

Woman! Come out! I have—" She looked down at the bloodless grass, embarrassed. "I have come to rescue you," she finally said, as if admitting that she were covered in boils.

Whenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It's the way of the world.

You and I, being grown-up and having lost our hearts at least twice or thrice along the way, might shut our eyes and cry out: Not that way, child! But as we have said, September was Somewhat Heartless, and felt herself reasonably safe on that road. Children always do.