And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

Watch for the devil. When there’s a god, there’s always a legion of devils.

It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don't.

Grace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK. Grace. I was shaking, shaking; my skin peeling away. Grace. My bones squeezed, pinched, pressed against my muscles. Grace. Her eyes held me even after I stopped feeling her fingers gripping my arms. Sam," she said. "Don't go.

I adore book-to-film adaptations when they're done well, and I'm more lenient than many readers when it comes to what counts as 'done well.' For me, the most important thing is that the film maintains the spirit of the original book.

I’ve been dead for seven years, that’s as warm as they get.