And if they thought her aimless, if they thought her a bit mad, let them. It meant they left her alone. Marya was not aimless, anyway. She was thinking.

Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all.

Every morning is a battle between the superego and the id, and I am a mere foot soldier with mud and a snooze button on her shield.

Remember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely. “I moved the earth and the water for you.

Hats have power. Hats can change you into someone else.

Death hath no dominion.

I have all the books I could need, and what more could I need than books?