I love playing with the conventions of fantasy, and breaking rules, and crossing lines.

Genuinely social people never ceased to amaze him. Their brains seemed to generate an inexhaustible fund of things to say, naturally, with no effort, out of nothing at all.

Magic is wild, dangerous stuff. You never realize how useful limitations are until it's much too late.

I think for a long time, I was paralyzed by some of my hopes and ideals for what my life was going to be like. I had this perfect vision of how my life should go, but it seemed - it was - impossible to realize, so I sat around for a long, long time doing almost nothing at all.

A big silvery janitor. Penny, this can’t be how the universe works.” “In the Order we call it ‘inverse profundity.’ We’ve observed it in any number of cases. The deeper you go into the cosmic mysteries, the less interesting everything gets.

The line between outside and inside is fuzzier in fantasy. Maybe that's something people are looking for.

Maybe this was one of those times when being a hero didn’t involve looking particularly brave. It was just doing what you should.