Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.

Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.

She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?

We all know what fun it can be to get right into a book and live there for a while, but falling out of a story and suddenly finding yourself in this world doesn't seem to be much fun at all.

Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.

I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.