As all mothers know, children travel faster than kisses. The speed of kisses is, in fact, what Doctor Fallow would call a cosmic constant. The speed of children has no limits.

Snow is the beginning and the end of everything.

He tried to reconstruct the story in his mind, but it kept getting confused, bleeding into itself like watercolors.

I’m a monster,” said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. “Everyone says so.” The Minotaur glanced up at her. “So are we all, dear,” said the Minotaur kindly. “The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind who breaks them.

A book is a door, you know. Always and forever. A book is a door into another place and another heart and another world.

Just remember that the only question in a house is who is to rule. The rest is only dancing around that, trying not to look it in the eye.

She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.