Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.

She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

It’s just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he’d forget my water or food and I’d cry and cry and cry.” She stops talking and looks out the window. “I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up.

I'm sorry I kissed you- it was selfish and it upset you- but you can't ask me to pretend I didnt want to.

And stupid. Brave and Stupid." Ravus smiled, but then his smile sagged. "But nothing can stop you from being terrible once you've learned how.

If I'm not a murderer," asked Corny, "how come I keep killing people?

The row of dolls watched her impassively from the bookshelf, their tea party propriety almost certainly offended.