...even saying good-bye isn’t enough. There’s always one more thing you should have had the time to say, or do, or ask. There’s always going to be that one missing piece.

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.

Life as the chosen religious figure for a colony of cryptid mice can be a lot of things, but it's definitely never boring.

When you're going to play with dead things, do it during the daylight.

We have to burn brightly. We can’t burn forever

You'd challenge me and lose. You know it, I know it, but you'd still do it. Sometimes your sense of honor confuses the hell out of me.

If anything attacked us, we could just panic at it until it went away.