I didn't want this dance to end, or Kiggs to let go of my hand. I didn't want him to turn his eyes away, or live any other moment than this one.

True love was a time-honored way of escaping nearly everything—ogres, witches, bandits, tedious obligations. Her parents wouldn’t like it, but surely even they had to acknowledge that love conquered all.

I forgot that other people might care what went on inside my heart.

Someone should love you. I will bite him if he will not.

Love and guilt are like ham and eggs. So many people enjoy them together, but there’s no rule saying you must have one with the other. They don’t even come from the same animal.

Anyway, it wasn't that flavor of love. She could leave and carry it with her. Time would not put a dent in it, nor distance snuff it out.

Love is a worthy motivation, although you see how quickly it can sour into guilt.

We shall have long meetings where Kiggs agonizes and Glisselda teases him. That's the pattern so far.

If I could keep a single moment for all time, that would be the one. I became the very air; I was full of stars.