“I mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny greenhead of hair like mine?”

“You mean I might end up like you one day?" I asked, alarmed at the thought of sounding so serious and stuffy. "You might," Mr Crepsley said, "though I would not bet on it. Seba commanded my utmost respect, so I tried hard to copy what he did. You, on the other hand, seem to be determined to do the opposite of everything I say." "I'm not that bad," I grinned, but there was some grain of truth in his words. I'd always been stubborn. I admired Mr Crepsley more than he knew, but hated the idea of looking like a pushover who did everything he was told. Sometimes I disobeyed the vampire just so he wouldn't think I was paying attention to what he said!”

“There's something different about you," he says."I've started styling my hair differently," I laugh."Oh. I thought it was that you were three feet taller, a hell of a lot broader, look like a werewolf, and are naked expect for that bit of cloth around your waist. But you're right - it's the hair.”

“... please Lady... Do not speak of it. I was young and foolish.""You most certainly were.""You are cruel, Evanna.”

“I always knew there was power in the earth, but it must be much stronger than I imagined to resist such a relentless foe, day after day, night after night, year after year.”

“Meddling, smug, stupid little...""She likes me! They always play hard to get when they like me!""No. You do not understand. I could not have done it because I can not read or write.”

“For a long time that's all I could do, howl and scream and cry like the wild animal of the night that I'd become.”