“Starbreeze doesn't rest, doesn't sleep and can hear anything carried on moving air. It'd make her the perfect spy, except that most of what she hears goes in one ear and out the other."I'm looking for a Precursor relic, a new one""What's a relic?" Starbreeze said curiously."A powerful magical thing. It would have been found a week or two ago""What's a week?”

“I don’t like keeping her in the dark,” Jace said.“We’ll tell her in a week. What difference does a week make?”Jace gave him a look. “Two weeks ago you were dead.”“Well, I wasn’t suggesting two weeks,” said Sebastian. “That would be insane.”

“If you had started doing anything two weeks ago, by today you would have been two weeks better at it.”

“What is perfect? Journey, a thing doesn't have to be perfect to be fine. That goes for a picture. That goes for life....Things can be good enough.”

“She danced alone with her eyes closed, and seemed to move to a beat more powerful than what ears alone could hear.”

“Dreamily the Princess stood up. "I'm not sure if I can walk," she said."Then I'll carry you.""Is that what love is?""I no longer know what love is. A week ago I had a lot of ideas. What love is and how to make it stay. Now that I'm in love, I haven't a clue. Now that I'm in love, I'm completely stupid on the subject.”