“I don't know who I am. But do you know who you are? Does anyone really? What makes a decent person? Does being the same as everyone else mean being better than people or does it just make it easier to look down your nose at them?”

“It's not your family who defines you; they're an influence, all right, but they don't have the final say. We answer for that ourselves.”

“Maybe it was only goblin women who were restless and wanted to see the world. She didn't know.”

“Maybe being brave was not highly desireable in women. Normal women would have fled, like Pansy.”

“I don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish "Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.”

“You know I don't like being told what to do. Then do without being told.”

“Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I'm not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?”