Yo era un liviano trozo de pelusa de diente de león, y él era el viento que me agitaba sobre el mundo.

You belong to all of us, and we belong to you.

Why does anything cling to something? Maybe they love wherever they're going so much that it's worth it. Maybe they'll keep coming back, until there's only one star left. Maybe that one star will make the trip forever, out of the hope that someday—if it keeps coming back often enough—another star will find it again.

In a
few hours, she’ll see Anna for herself. She’ll see
her dressed in blood, her hair floating like it’s
suspended in water, eyes black and shining. And
when she does, she won’t be able to catch her
breath.

I now wondered if the lullaby of death was not a lovely song, but the droning of flies. If flies and maggots were all Death's handmaidens.

My eyes burned, and I blinked as I faced the books. "And I suppose," I said with an effort at lightness, "That it's a miracle I can actually read these things."
Rhys's answering smile was lovely - and just a bit wicked. "I believe my little lessons helped."
"Yes, 'Rhys is the greatest lover a female can hope for' is undoubtedly how I learned to read."
"I was only trying to tell you what you now know.