As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.

I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.

...but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes.

Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.

The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things...Things must happen when it is time for them to happen.

He had never missed God or the hope of heaven, but he had dearly wanted confession to rest his mind, Communion to let him touch something beyond Father Krone's dry, shaky hand, and holy water to taste like starlight.

Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.