I love watching him think," Maeve told Lily. "You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel.

Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.

Alone. It's one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.

Life is too short, Harry. And there's nowhere near enough joy in it. If you find it, grab it. Before it's gone.

Maybe my values are outdated, but I come from an old school of thought. I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts. Try and convict me if I’m a bad person for thinking so. I enjoy treating a woman like a lady, opening doors for her, paying for shared meals, giving flowers–all that sort of thing.

I'm not a philosopher, Harry," [Michael] said. "But here's something for you to think about, at least. What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what's coming around." He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursing his lips. "And sometimes you are what's coming around.

The human mind isn't a terribly logical or consistent place. Most people, given the choice to face a hideous or terrifying truth or to conveniently avoid it, choose the convenience and peace of normality. That doesn't make them strong or weak people, or good or bad people. It just makes them people.