War is not for winning, Masha," sighed Koschei, reading the tracks of supply lines, of pincer strategies, over her shoulder. "It is for surviving.

... relationships required such vigilance, such attention. You had to hold them together by force of will, and other people took up so much space, demanded so much time. It was exhausting.

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.

But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt.

Never put your faith in a Prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a Witch.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

Death hath no dominion.