“Leave me in Granada in the middle of paradise where my soul wells with poetry;Leave me until my time comes and I may intone a fitting song.Yes, I want my memorial stone in this land.Granada! Holy place of the glory of Spain,Your mountains are the white tents of pavilions,Your walls are the circle of a vase of flowers,Your plain a Moorish shawl embroidered with colour,Your towers are palm trees that imprison you”

“In your palms, I’ve placed my life, my secrets. I give you freedom to leave me at any time. I’m not easy to love. No one ever has. All I ask is that you always keep your silence, if not for me, then for the families of the others you’d destroy. (Nykyrian)”

“Come, hunt with me, the invitation whispers in my heart. Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own.Wolves have no kings.”

“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."Words written in red, circled by Will. And lived."Jesus, I’ve listened to the lies too long. They’ve filled my head and led me on a long chase of things that don’t matter. I bought into what Satan was feeding me until barely recognized my own face in the mirror. It took Will’s death and Lucy’s leaving to show me where my priorities should be.I want to live for you.I just . . . want to live.”

“If you are feeling more yourself, there is a problem best addressed immediately," said the queen."In my nightshirt?" The king wriggled, as ever, out of straightforward obedience."Your attendants. I have spoken to them. You will speak to them as well.""Ah. They have seen me in my nightshirt." He looked down at his sleeve, embroidered with white flowers. "Not in your nightshirt, though.”

“Do grant, oh my God, that when my lips approach Yours to kiss You, I may taste the gall that was given to You; when my shoulders lean against Yours, make me feel Your scourging; when my flesh is united with Yours, in the Holy Eucharist, make me feel Your passion; when my head comes near Yours, make me feel Your thorns; when my heart is close to Yours, make me feel Your spear.”