Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.

Just go with it. It won't hurt.' I stared at him. Adults only ever said that when it, whatever it happened to be, was going to hurt so much.

When you die, they can make you into diamonds now. It’s scientific. That’s how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.

One word after another. That's the only way that novels get written and, short of elves coming in the night and turning your jumbled notes into Chapter Nine, it's the only way to do it. So keep on keeping on. Write another word and then another.

Know that diamonds and roses are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one's lips as toads and frogs: colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.

I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.