The maids in my village talked of falling in love with a man at first sight. That has always seemed naught but foolishness to me. Until I enter Sister Serafina's workshop. It is unlike anything I have ever seen, full of strange sights and smells, and I tumble headlong into love.

People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.

It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.

Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power to conquer them both.

I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.

He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.

Jewels can be replaced, cousin. Independence, once lost, cannot.