For a moment she turned in a circle, staring at her hands, which she held high and useless, close to her breast. She bobbed and shambled like an ape doing a trick, and her face was the silly, bewildered face of a joker's victim. And yet she could make no move that was not beautiful. Her trapped terror was more lovely than any joy that Molly had ever seen, and that was the most terrible thing about it.

I feel a whole country growing inside me, thousands of years, millions of people, stupid, crazy, shrewd people, and all of them me. I never felt like that before, I never felt that there was anything inside me, even myself.

Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe, Sooner than I will live with you. Fish will come walking out of the sea, Sooner than you will come back to me.

If a man loved me, I would have talked myself into loving him, and I would have loved him very deeply after a while.

How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?

...no place is more enchanted than where a unicorn has been born.

- and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.