All things are strange which are worth knowing.

September did not want to feel for the Marquess. That’s how villains get you, she knew. You feel badly for them, and next thing you know, you’re tied to train tracks. But her wild, untried heart opened up another bloom inside her, a dark branch heavy with fruit.

It was at thirteen years old that Marya Morevna learned how to keep a secret, and that secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization.

That’s what a map is, you know. Just a memory.

Humanity lived many years and ruled the earth, sometimes wisely, sometimes well, but mostly neither.

When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier.

Your past's a private matter, sweetheart. You just keep it locked up in xbox where it can't hurt anyone.