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.

As an act of goodwill you must sacrifice all the futures you might have for the one that he designs for you.