Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.

Everything mattered and nothing did, and I was tired of trying to find out how both of those things were true. I was an itch that I'd scratched so hard I was bleeding. I had set out to do the impossible, whatever the impossible might be, only to find out that it was living with myself. Suicide became an expiration date, the day after which I no longer had to try.

Avoidance is a wonderful therapy

Happiness isn't something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish.

Eleanor's voice was below zero. 'My finest horse to whichever faerie in this room brings me that woman's left eye.' My thoughts exactly.

The big thing in my family growing up is that everybody had to play a musical instrument. We were like the von Trapps.

What do you mean? Grace Brisbane, you do not mean that you're not going back home again. Tell me that this was just because you were momentarily angry at them for grounding you. Or even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night. But don't tell me you think it's forever!