-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them.

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

The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?

When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful.

a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.