“I'll tell the truth; all of my songsAre pretty much the fucking sameI'm not a faerie but I needMore than this life so I becameThis creature representing more to youThan just another girlAnd if I had a chance to change my mindI wouldn't for the worldTwenty yearsSinking slowlyCan I trust youBut I don't want toI don't want to be a legendOh well that's a god damned lie - I doTo say I do this for the peopleI admit is hardly trueYou tell me everything's all rightAs though it's something you've been throughYou think this torment is romanticWell it's not except to youTwenty yearsSinking slowlyCan I trust youBut I don't want toI will swallowIf it will help my sea level go downBut I'll come back to haunt you if I drownLow tide and high teaThe oysters are waiting for meIf I'm not there on timeI'll send my emissaryIf I photoshop youOut of every picture I couldGo quietly quietBut would that do any goodWill it hurt? No it won'tThen what am I so afraid ofFilthy victoriansThey made me what I'm made ofThe brighter the lightThe darker the shadowI don't need a minderI've made up my mindGo away”

“And every time I did spectacularly well in my classes, and I'm here to tell you that I did spectacularly well, I could always see the look of surprise on my professors' faces. You don't think I noticed? What you saw on Dave's face, I saw every damned day of my academic career. So what, Andres? I wanted to do something, to be something - and I did it. I don't think I deserve a medal, and I don't think I'm particularly special. I wanted to do something, and I figured out a way to do it.”

“Don't. Please don't say it."I search his eyes. For what, I don't know. "Why?""Because I don't want you to. I need you to come back to me. Not to help me. Or to help my father. I'm done with that. I don't want your help. It all boils down to you. I just want you.”

“To be honest, it was pretty hard to leave. I desperately wanted to turn around, and tell him everything would be okay. That I adore him and I trust him and that I'll stand by him while he goes through this tough time. But I'm just too tired. I'm thirty years old. I'm tired of relationships that are always painful. I'm tired of hurting. I'm tired of waiting by the phone, and second-guessing what a guy says and trusting someone not to hurt me. Again. I've been storming the relationship castle for fifteen years, and I still don't have my prince. I've got a bunch of battle scars from the field and I want to go home and nurse my wounds. I don't want to fight anymore.”

“...I've been thinking that it's as if my ancestors are saying it's all right to make things. That's what I'm meant to do. Make things, and help the Abhorsen and the King. So I'll do that, and I'll do my best, and if my best isn't good enough, at least I will have done everything I could, everything that is in me. I don't have to try to be someone else, someone I could never be.”

“Ahhh-ahh! I'm so sorry! You were right! I am not the box of tomatoes fairies at all! It was all lies, lies, LIES! Please don't shoot me! I'm too young to die, and what if I don't die and but am just mortally wounded and forced to lie there in misery in a pool of my own blood?! Please, I'll do anything--well, I mean within reason-- I don't want to diiiiiiie!"-Italy's "I don't want to die" rant part one”