There were so many layers of reality to the world. Nothing stopped for death; nothing stopped for grief or horror or tragedy.

Okay, that really shouldn't have happened. And we’re not going to talk about that, right? Ever?” “Right,” she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. “Never happened.” He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. “Claire—” “I know.” “Lock the door,” he said.

Goodness," Myrnin said quietly. "I don't think I should be watching this. I don't think I'm old enough.

Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

How you going to stop me, cupcake? Hit me with your book bag?" "If I have to.

It made her eyes fill up with tears, and she for a few more minutes starting it over, replaying it, watching his lips say the words: "We can be lonely together.

There is a certain freedom in giving up all hope. One is no longer bound by the cords of dread or fear; you simply move toward the inevitable without thinking on the consequences.