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

Death hath no dominion.

We like the wrong sorts of girls, they wrote. They are usually the ones worth writing about.

Men die. It's practically what they're for.

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

Everyone is afraid of you and when folk are afraid of a person it usually means the person is cruel in some way, and I think you are cruel, Miss Marquess, but please don’t punish me for saying it. I think you know you’re cruel. I think you like being cruel. I think calling you cruel is the same as calling someone else kind. And I don’t want to run errands for someone cruel.

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