‎"It always seemed somehow less real here... a really detailed dream, but sort of washed out, like a thin watercolor. Softer, somehow, even with their electric light and engines and everything. I guess it was because there was hardly any magic.

Sometimes it is easier to see the light when you stand partly in the darkness.

Choosers will be beggars if the begging's not their choosing.

I have never known what to tell anybody. Except that it is better to do something than nothing, even if the cost is great.

Who or what are you? Besides insufferably rude?

Even now, she wished she could write a note, push it across the table, and go away to her room. But she was no longer a Second Assistant Librarian of the Great Library of the Clayr. Those days were gone, vanished with everything else that had defined her previous existence and identity.

Do not tarry, do not stop, no matter what happens.