Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.

The price of getting what you want, is getting what once you wanted.

I think there should be an Occupy Gallifrey. Because 0.000001% of the people have 99.99999% of the Time.

Style is made up of whatever an author can't avoid doing.

She had forgotten them all; forgotten Richard down in the mud, and the marquis and his foolish crossbow, and the world. She was delighted and transported, in a perfect place, the world she lived for. Her world contained two things: Hunter, and the Beast. The Beast knew that too. It was the perfect match, the hunter and the hunted. And who was who, and which was which, only time would reveal; time and the dance.

She really was pretty, for a grown-up person, but when you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative. I wonder what I would have done if she had smiled at me like that now: whether I would have handed my mind or my heart or my identify to her for the asking, as my father did.

We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions.