Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.

...If I don't have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That's my compulsion.

Life is like a moustache. It can be wonderful or terrible. But it always tickles.

I’ve never been the one. Not for anybody.” He closed the distance between them. “You’ll get used to it.” He tipped her face up to his, kissed her. “Why? Why am I the one?” “Because my life opened up, and it flooded with color when you walked back into it.

Since it was there, Larkin got another bowl, spooned up stew for himself. “He fights with us. We’re an army.” “An army? Talk about delusions of grandeur. What are you?” she asked Glenna. “Witch.” “So, we’ve got a witch, a sorcerer, a couple of refugees from Geall and a vampire. Some army.

Anything worth anything can be found in books.

Survivors lived with their mistakes.