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

Mercy, she had discovered, made mad alchemy: a drop of it could dilute a lake of hate.

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

There’s a long pause. But it’s not a bad pause, because Mik is looking at me like I’m the treasure from the high shelf that someone’s just taken down and put into his hands. I find I don’t mind being looked at like this. I don’t mind it at all.

We dreamed together of the world remade.

Cats and ghosts both partook of the saucers of milk and that was okay. They consumed different parts of it: the cats its substance, the ghosts its essence, and none went to waste.

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