I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.

You forgot to cough!” he said. “Sorry.” She coughed. “Your sneakiness is dangerous. Next time that chisel will lodge itself in my head.” “Now, Peder, there’s plenty of stone around here for carving. No need to practice on your own face.” He stroked his chin. “You’re right, my jaw is already chiseled to perfection.” She agreed, but she felt too silly to say so aloud.

Razo was sorely tempted to assert that all was true and he'd lost his horns and tail in a tragic childhood accident

Razo hopped back up and adopted a posture that said he was completely unruffled, never had been, and in fact was ready to do something manly like lift boulders or swallow live worms.

Sometimes one does not mean to fall in love. Sometimes it just happens

If you were a woman, all I'd have to say is 'Colin Firth in a wet shirt' and you'd say 'Ah.

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.