Perhaps you should put your head down.” I knew this was the thing to do, although I’ve never fainted and I don’t intend to.

Thoughts are strange creatures. They lead you from one thing to another. Sometimes you don’t know how you got from one to the next.

You mind your tongue!” “Oh, I do,” I said. “I sharpen it every evening on your name.

Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.

I am entirely well,” said Eldric, “which has Dr. Rannigan exploring first one theory, then another, trying to understand. But not being a man of science, I don’t care about understanding. I simply want to go outside and break a few windows.

Our English monarchs are so unimaginative,” said Eldric. “They execute people in such tediously conventional ways.

Guess what it is that turns plants to coal. Pressure. Guess what it is that turns limestone to marble. Pressure. Guess what it is that turns Briony's heart to stone. Pressure. Pressure is uncomfortable, but so are the gallows. Keep your secrets, wolfgirl. Dance your fists with Eldric's, snatch lightning from the gods. Howl at the moon, at the blood-red moon. Let your mouth be a cavern of stars.