She put her hand on her chest. “I have magic yet. If you will set the clock working again, then I must be still. I have read quite as many stories as you, September. More, no doubt. And I know a secret you do not: I am not the villain. I am no dark lord. I am the princess in this tale. I am the maiden, with her kingdom stolen away. And how may a princess remain safe and protected through centuries, no matter who may assail her? She sleeps. For a hundred years, for a thousand. Until her enemies have all perished and the sun rises over her perfect, innocent face once more.

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

Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Why should he be spared?' 'Someone ought to be.' And it will not be me. I have survived, but I have not been spared.

Family is a transitive property.

This is what comes of having a heart, even a very small and young one. It causes no end of trouble, and that’s the truth.

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