... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.

How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre and adorable?" "Just like you." "With rings in your pockets and bells on your toes" "Ooh, I should really invest in some toes bells.

My friends call me by my name." "You don't have any friends." "I don't want you to be my friend, Selia, or my servant, not now. I thought you were both. You have let me know I was wrong. So are you to treat me so. You are wrong.

My mama used to say, 'Are you sad? Then just wait a minute.

When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.

My ma says a rock lasts forever, but people don’t, and that’s what makes them more precious.

You can be who you will,” he repeated. His voice softened. “And if you will have me, I will be the one beside you.