But space shrinks when you get old, and things lose their wonder, and the wisest thing to do then is to try your best to sleep.

Certain parts of me became a little bit forgotten, a little bit numb, a little bit dead, and it was nice to have some dead places in me for a little while, to lose a little bit of my broken mind.

It is like reading two books, one with each eye, and understanding them both.

There's no way for me to warn you about the terrible things that I know are going to happen.

What's happened to her? The person that she is seems like a shell designed to cover up the person that Harold once knew her to be.

Perhaps my gift to you will be as simple as a single word, whispered into your ear by one of your servants as you lie on your deathbed, a word that solves a final mystery and makes it easy for you to slip quietly into the dark.