“I swear that woman had a previous career as a death-hunter selling tragic ballads down around the Seven Dials," said Will. "And I do wish she wouldn't sing about poisoning just after we've eaten.”

“And I do wish she wouldn't sing about poisoning just after we have eaten.”

“The scene was horrid, yet it had the purity of a stanza from a ballad come to life, a ballad composed about tragic events in some border hell.”

“Just remember one thing: regardless of how anyone chooses to define what I do for a living, I'm not selling what I'm giving you. If this isn't something you can handle, I'll understand, but I swear to you. I've never given this to anyone. I wouldn't dream of selling it, even if I could.”

“She wishes she had time to run around the block once or twice; maybe then she wouldn't feel as if she were about to burn up or shatter.”

“I wish there were a class where we could just keep going around the circle. around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.”