I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

Well, that’s that, then. We’re all going to die. Charming.

I've seen that mixture of resignation and hopelessness before; its usually in my mirror.

Everyone thinks of them in terms of poisoned apples and glass coffins, and forgets that they represent girls who walked into dark forests and remade them into their own reflections.

Librarianship is a form of heroism. It’s just not as flashy as swords and dragons.

Nothing lasts forever. That's the tragedy and the miracle of existence - that everything is impermanent. Everything changes. All we can do is make the best of the time we have. And go down shooting, naturally.

Nothing says "deeply in mourning" like canapés and free beer.