Board the cows! We've come to enslave your marigolds.

Agent Jones held Sinjin’s face in his hands. “I’m going to make balloon animals. People need balloon animals.” “How right you are, strange delusional man,” Sinjin said.

When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.

When she can't bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt.

Did they find something wanting in you, Gemma, at the party? You didn’t speak too freely or behave…strangely?” I grew claws and bayed at the moon. I confessed that I eat the hearts of small children. I told them I like the French.

If God has nothing better to do than punish schoolgirls for a bit of tomfoolery, then I've no use for God.

Didn't you have any sadistic nannies who told you these tales to keep you quiet and well behaved at night? Heavens, what's to become of the Empire if governesses have lost their touch for scaring the wits out of their girls?