I loved you so much right then Sam Roth.

I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.

I don't think I could ever give up music. It's what makes me tick. If there was no music, there would be no writing.

More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could illustrate. Longing burst from the pages, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition. There was something pained and melancholy about it.

It's a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to.

What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her.

I remembered standing in the middle of the street in front of The Crooked Bookshelf, filled with the certainty of a future. I had heard the wolves howling behind the house and remembered how glad I had been to be human.