“Nothing is safe from you. If I were to court a girl who lived on an iceberg in the middle of the ocean, sooner or later— probably sooner— I’d look up to see you swooping overhead on a broomstick. In fact, by now I’d be disappointed in you if I didn’t see you.” “Are you off to the iceberg today?” Sophie retorted.”
“I’ve only imagined seeing you again. That you’d come to my home. That I’d run into you on the street. That I’d look up, and you’d be there, and you’d be well . . . and I’d tell you that I love you.”
“Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite/ sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is.”
“They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-earth.”
“I just wish I’d asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages . . . months . . . years maybe. . . .”
“If I need something you can't give, I need to walk away, because sooner or later, all I'll see is what you can't give. I won't be able to see what you can.”