Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches.

Where is your sense of patriotism?" I keep it hid away safe, along with my sense of trust, Mr. Clent. I don't use 'em much in case they get scratched.

Push something in someone’s face, and they will shove it away reflexively. Threaten to snatch it away from them, and sometimes they become convinced that it is what they want.

Perhaps illnesses could be left behind, just like small, badly concealed china corpses.

Making a wish is like saying, 'I can't deal with anything, I give up, somebody bigger come along and solve it all instead.

If you want someone to tell you what to think..." "You will never be short of people willing to do so.

It was all very well being told that she could do nothing to make things better. Neverfell did not have the kind of mind that could take that quietly. She did not have the kind of mind that could be quiet at all.