I was a normal child. Which is to say, I was selfish and I was not entirely convinced of the existence of things that were not me, and I was certain, rock-solid, unshakeably certain, that I was the most important thing in creation. There was nothing that was more important to me than I was.

You mourn, for it is proper to mourn. But your grief serves you; you do not become a slave to grief. You bid the dead farewell, and you continue.

Everything here is so weak, little girl. Everything breaks so easily. They want such simple things.

Richard wondered how the marquis managed to make being pushed around in a wheelchair look like a romantic and swashbuckling thing to do.

There are some as are what they are. And there are some as aren't what they seem to be. And there are some as only seem to be what they seem to be.

When you love something you just don't want to stop talking about it.

I'd love to think that people in the future would gather in theatres, at conventions, and in darkened rooms, and read it out to each other.