“You've turned into quite a bossy little thing," Myrnin said. "I think I might like it.”

“Goodness,' Myrnin said quietly. 'I don't think I should be watching this. I don't think I'm old enough.”

“I never forget,” Myrnin said in a choked whisper. “Certainly not with your nails in my throat. They’re quite an excellent mnemonic device.”

“She was almost at the top of the steps, and Shane was right behind her, when she heard Myrnin say, in a quiet voice that was like the old Myrnin, the one she actually liked, "I'm sorry, Claire. I never meant - I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't know... I don't know what I am thinking. I wish... I wish things could be like they were before.”

“Myrnin: "I shall name him Bob, Bob the spider"Claire: "You're insane."Myrnin: "Why Claire, I thought that was part of my charm." (something like that)”

“What do you think it is?""It could be anything from a lawn trimmer to a bomb, for all I know.""I would never build a lawn trimmer," Myrnin said. "What did the lawn ever do to me?”

“I would never build a lawn trimmer," Myrnin said. "What did the lawn ever do to me?”