“I wanted to say I'm sorry. It doesn't make it right, it just... makes it what it is."The bell rings then, and I turn around in my seat, thinking I agree with her, that it is just what it is. And not just the situation with Sebastian. But still wish I knew how I could make it right. How I could make everything right.”

“You're right, baby. We began out of something ugly. But what we became was something beautiful. I just wish I could make you see that.”

“I just keep wishing, I could think of a way, to show to them that they don't own me. That if I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me. Does that make sense? Yeah. I just can't afford to think that way.”

“I wish I could take back the horrible things I've done to people. I wish I could go back in time and make things right, because even though I've been trying to, I might be making everything worse.”

“...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.”

“I'm sorry, but I don't get it. If we're supposed to ignore everything that's wrong with our lives, then I can't see how we'll ever make things right.”