But if you do believe, then you already know all about magic.
Grief is like sinking, like being buried.
Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.
What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.
They didn’t get me, I should have said. They saved me.
His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.