The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.

Grow up, Bailey." "That is precisely what I'm doing," Bailey says. "I don't care if you don't understand that. Staying here won't make me happy. It will make you happy because you're insipid and boring, and an insipid, boring life is enough for you. It's not enough for me. It will never be enough for me. So I'm leaving. Do me a favor and marry someone who will take decent care of the sheep.

...He is sure that the Bailey he is now is closer to the Bailey he is supposed to be than the Bailey he had been before

That's the beauty of it. Have you seen the contraptions these magicians build to accomplish the most mundane feats? They are a bunch of fish covered in feathers trying to convince the public they can fly, I am simply a bird in their midst.

Is magic not enough to live for?

A woman I should like to think I know rather well and a woman I had always considered a mystery, are in fact the same person.

So it’s really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.