“Still, there are many things we can toss at them that don't require magic at all. Acid. Hot oil. Bookshelves.”

“All bookshelves are magical.”

“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.”

“Love and magic are like oil and water--they just don't mix.”

“You flew your way through all those stone silent statues, and if I could I'd thunk them all at your goddamn doorstep, as noisy as you were quiet, as furious as we were giggly, as cold and scornful as I was breathless and hot watching you cat burglar for evidence and come back shrugging and empty-handed so we still didn't know, we still couldn't be sure, not until everything was developed...But we never developed them. Undeveloped, the whole thing, tossed into a box before we really had a chance to know what we had, and that's why we broke up.”

“I don't suppose you have to believe in ghosts to know that we are all haunted, all of us, by things we can see and feel and guess at, and many more things that we can't.”