“She smiles at him, too young to know him for a stranger, and too innocent yet to care.”
“I needed to know that Death was here, in the room, and that I was too fast, too young, and too smart for him.”
“Old enough to know better, but too young to care.”
“His face, like everything she knew about him, was purely contradictory. That cherubic mouth with those penetrating eyes: he was too lovely to be menacing, but too intense to be innocent.”
“But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.”
“She was not too young to be wise, but she was too young to know that wisdom shouldn't be spoken aloud when you are happy.”