I could almost see common sense and denial fighting away at each other within her. In the end, denial won, as it so often does.

The universe always moves from an ordered state to a disordered one; that a glass may fall to the ground and shatter yet you never see a broken glass reassemble itself and then jump back on the table.

Sometimes choice is a luxury that fate does not afford us.

Because there's someone else here in East Carmin. Someone hopelessly unsuitable. It's all a really bad idea and will lead to trouble of the worst sort. But no matter what, every minute in her presence makes my life a minute more complete.

If you expect me to believe that a lawyer wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream, I must be dafter than I look.

That's the thing about destiny: It can't be predicted, and it's usually pretty odd.

You nearly killed eight people!" I managed to gasp out loud. "My count was closer to twelve," returned Havisham as she opened the door. "And anyhow, you can't nearly kill someone. Either they are dead or they are not.