I suppose he could have changed," Neal said dryly. "I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil." The other pages snorted. Kel eyed her friend. "You do look yellow around the edges," she told him, her face quite serious. "I hadn’t wanted to bring it up." "We daffodils like to have things brought up," Neal said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "It reminds us of spring.

He doesn't need my help coming up with pranks. He's got too many ideas of his own. - Daja referring to Briar in their first year at Discipline cottage

Men don't think and differently from women - they just make more noise about being able to.

Fear is a good thing. It mean you're paying attention.

You mortals are like fish swimming in a globe of glass. That globe is your world. You do not see beyond it.

I wish we had a sign that this flaming dragon is part of an attack or something. Those dung heaps might think it’s just one of their own monsters enjoying the sunrise.

If you look hard and long, you can find us. If you listen hard and long, you can hear any of us, call any of us that you wish.