Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.

You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.

Just like the old adage--what you dislike most in other people is what you dislike the most in yourself--

And Isi always listened, never told Enna she had been foolish, never said hollow things like 'You'll be all right.' . . . Isi saw Enna's struggle and her sadness, and she understood.

I'm a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my side every second, but I know I would crumble if I lost you.

Rin slept inside the oak’s thought. Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.

Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.