Marya pinned out her childhood like a butterfly. She considered it the way a mathematician considers an equation.

It’s been me all along,” said September slowly. “Me who gave up my shadow, me who went down into Fairyland-Below and Fairyland-Lower-Than-That to wake up the Prince. Me who shot the poor Minotaur. You oughtn’t just hand the whole business over the moment a Prince comes on the scene. I’ve got to see it through, don’t you see? The Hollow Queen is hollow because she’s missing the part of her that’s me. We’ve got to come together again. And he can’t do a thing about that.

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

You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.

A labyrinth, when it is big enough, is just the world.

Funny how "question" contains the word "quest" inside it, as though any small question asked is a journey through briars.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.