“In the real worldas in dreamsnothing is quitewhat it seems.-The Book of Counted Sorrows”

“Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.”

“In a book, even the real bastards can't hurt you. And you can never loose a friend you make in a book. When you get to a sad part, no one's there to see you cry. Or wonder why you don't cry when you should.”

“Sorrow is not a raven perched persistently above a chamber door. Sorrow is a thing with teeth, and while in time it retreats, it comes back at the whisper of it's name.”

“Inaction counted as a choice.”

“His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.”

“But on my worst days, which are rare and of which this is one, I can get down so low that the bottom seems to be where I belong. I don't even want to look for a way up. I suppose surrender to sadness is a sin, though my current sadness is not a black depression but is instead a sorrow like a long moody twilight.”