"Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element." An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.

How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?

For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul’s version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.

We are the beginning ... We always have been. This time, let it be more than a beginning.

The two of them were stoic and stone-faced and ten feet apart, currently not even looking at each other, but Zuzana had the impression of a pair of magnets pretending not to be magnets. Which, you know, only works until it doesn't.

And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.

...magic was ugly—-a hard bargain with the universe, a calculus of pain.