“Did you have a good time with Win?" Natty asked."I'll tell you about it tomorrow." I lowered my voice. "He's still here.""Annie!" Her eyes grew wide and delighted.'It's a long story and probably a lot less exciting than the one I suspect you're concocting, Natty. He's only using our couch.”

“Give Win back his hat," I told Natty."It looks good on me," she said, batting her eyelashes.I took it off her head and handed it to Win. "Thanks for babysitting," I said."Stop infantilizing me," Natty protested."That's a very good word," Win commented."Thank you," Natty replied. "I happen to know lots of them.”

“Why'd you give him all that stuff after he tried to rob me?""Because he was less fortunate than us, Natty. And Daddy always said that we have to be mindful of those who are less fortunate.""But Daddy killed people, didn't he?""Yes," I admitted. "Daddy was complex.”

“If I have to tell you everyday for fifty years how unbelievably perfect you are for you to believe it, I will. I'll start now; you're perfect."He nipped at her lower lip. "You're perfect." He kissed one side of her neck. "You're perfect." He kissed the other side. "Oh and by the way, you're perfect."~Slade”

“You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There's still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don't think he knows.”

“Did you know that when we were kids Cass used to tell me your stories? She used to laugh at you. Not in a mean way, but in the way that Cass used to laugh at everything before...." He gestures around us at our world now. I shake my head. "I thought Cass never liked my stories. Never remembered them." "Oh yes, I would beg her to tell me if she had new stories from you." "Why didn't you ask me yourself?" I whisper. "Because you were Harry's," he responds. "Not always." "Yes, always," he says. "Always in his eyes," he adds in a softer tone.”