That's another thing about Noise. Everything that's ever happened to you just keeps right on talking, for ever and ever.

She looks at me. She does. She.

There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.

Do you not wonder sometimes, she showed now, sadly, if in some ways they are correct? That we are asking too much of the world?"No," he said. "They're the ones who are asking for too little."

Sometimes witches merit saving. Quite often, actually. You'd be surprised.

And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing. Each of us knowing the other.

Stories don’t always have happy endings.