“O tempo é uma coisa peculiar.”

“¿Recuerda a todos los de su público? —pregunta Marco.—No a todos ellos —dice Celia—. Pero recuerdo a las personas que me miran de la forma en que usted lo hace.—¿Qué forma es esa?—Como si no pudieran decidirse entre sí me tienen miedo o me quieren besar.—No te tengo miedo —dice Marco.”

“I worry hope will crush me, the way love has so many times before.Are they so different, hope and love? O & E in the same place, half of the other in each word.Both swimming in unknowns.I’ve been through the big changes. These ones should seem easier in comparison, I should be more prepared, but they don’t and I’m not.Sometimes I feel like a broken-wing butterfly, clinging to a window screen.Afraid to let go. Afraid to stay.Wondering how much wing is enough to fly.”

“Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case.”

“And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister's story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.”

“I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.”

“He turns and walks away, moving so quickly that the candle flames shiver with the motion of the air. “I miss you,” Isobel says as he leaves, but the sentiment is crushed by the clatter of the beaded curtain falling closed behind him.”