As for Ellai, she told her sister what had passed, and Nitid wept, and her tears fell to earth and became chimaera, children of regret.

It's like all my life I've been this tower standing at the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now, almost eighteen years in, has someone thought to flip the switch that reveals that I'm not a tower at all. I'm a lighthouse. It's like waking up. I am incandescent.

Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.

She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.

When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel.

Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.

The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the palm of your hand.