...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.

A vegetarian? Are you insane? That's worse than bein' a quarter demon!

Sometimes things aren't what they seem and even a Seer can't see what's commin'.

There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear.

When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?

It was a promise she knew I might not be able to keep. But I made it anyway because I was going to find a way to make it true.

You can read minds, and you didn't tell me?” Link stared at me like he just found out I was the Silver Surfer. He rubbed his head nervously. “Hey, man, all that stuff about Lena? I was yankin’ your chain.” He looked away. “Are you doin’ it now? You're doin’ it, aren't you? Dude, get out of my head.” He backed away from me and into the bookshelf. “I can't read your mind, you idiot.