“Guess what it is that turns plants to coal.Pressure.Guess what it is that turns limestone to marble.Pressure.Guess what it is that turns Briony's heart to stone.Pressure.Pressure is uncomfortable, but so are the gallows. Keep your secrets, wolfgirl. Dance your fists with Eldric's, snatch lightning from the gods. Howl at the moon, at the blood-red moon. Let your mouth be a cavern of stars.”

“Pressure is uncomfortable, but so are the gallows. Keep your secrets, wolfgirl. Dance your fists with Eldric’s, snatch lightning from the gods. Howl at the moon, at the blood-red moon. Let your mouth be a cavern of stars.”

“You need to start doing what's uncomfortable for you, April. Because your idea of what feels right took a left turn somewhere.”

“He was like a god to her. What happens when your god dies? Sebastian wondered. When someone is your sun and moon and stars, and then you discover something, something that reveals a hitherto unknown weakness so fundamental, so shattering that it destroys not only your trust in the other person, but your respect, too.Some people never recover from that kind of disillusionment.”

“The dead do walk and haunt and crawl into your bed at night. Ghosts sneak into your head when you're not looking. Stars line up and volcanoes birth out bits of glass that foretell the future. Poison berries make girls stronger, but sometimes kill them. If you howl at the moon and swear on your blood, anything you desire will be yours. Be careful what you wish for. There's always a catch.”

“A crippled childSaid, "How shall I dance?"Let your heart danceWe said.Then the invalid said:"How shall I sing?"Let your heart singWe saidThen spoke the poor dead thistle,"But I, how shall I dance?"Let your heart fly to the windWe said.Then God spoke from above"How shall I descend from the blue?"Come dance for us here in the lightWe said.All the valley is dancingTogether under the sun,And the heart of him who joins us notIs turned to dust, to dust.”