“But hoping," he said, "is how the impossible can be possible after all.”
“It is a dangerous thing to unbelieve something only because it frightens you.”
“The easiest way to steal something, is for it to be given willingly.”
“Sometimes your heart is the only thing worth listening to.”
“When pleased, I beat like a drum. When sad, I break like glass. Once stolen, I can never be taken back. What am I?”
“A heart, once stolen, can never be taken back.”
“Fascinating, isn't it, how often heroic and foolish turn out to be one and the same.”
“Perhaps we know each other in the future and you’re only remembering backward.”
“To be all right implies an impossible phase. We hope for mostly right on the best of our days.”
“Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”
“Her mother sneered. “Then you are a fool.”
“Good. I’ve become rather fond of fools.”
“Stuff and nonsense. Nonsense and stuff and much of a muchness and nonsense all over again. We are all mad here, don't you know?”
“These things do not happen in dreams, dear girl,' he said, vanishing up to his neck. 'They happen only in nightmares.'
His head spiralled and he was gone.”
“Now mine eyes see the heart that once we did search for, and I fear this heart shall be mended, nevermore.”
“You have my heart, Jest. I don't know if you deserve it or not. I can't tell if you're a hero or a villain, but it doesn't seem to matter. Either way, my heart is yours.”
“Mind my words, Cheshire, I will have you banished from this kingdom if you tempt me."
"An empty threat from an empty girl."
She rounded on him, teeth flashing. "I am not empty. I am full to the brim with murder and revenge. I am overflowing and I do not think you wish for me to overflow on to you."
"There was a time" – Cheshire yawned – "when you overflowed with whimsy and icing sugar. I liked that Catherine better.”
“Is this what’s going to make you happy?’
‘How different everything could have been, if you had thought to ask me that before.”
“Are you here for a reason, Cheshire?
Why, yes, I would enjoy a cup of tea. I take mine with lots of cream, and no tea. Thank you.”
“Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn’t keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a pet and couldn’t feed her;
Caught a maid who had meant well
–What became of her, no one can tell”
“Oh no,” she murmured, her smile thawing, falling, carried away with the undeniable, inevitable, impossible truth of it. She was falling in love with him.”
“You know as well as I that you're going to break at least one heart before this is over, and I want nothing more to do with you.”
“This was why she enjoyed baking. A good dessert could make her feel like she'd created joy at the tips of her fingers. Suddenly, the people around the table were no longer strangers. They were friends and confidantes, and she was sharing with them her magic.”
“You want to hear a riddle, you say? I know a very good one. It begins, why is a raven like a writing desk?’
She lifted her chin. ‘Have you gone mad, Hatta? I can’t seem to tell.’
‘They are both so full of poetry, you see. Darkness and whimsy, nightmares and song.”
“We will all greet fate, on the other side.”
“For the murder of Jest, the court joker of Hearts, I sentence this man to death.’
She spoke without feeling, unburdened by love or dreams or the pain of a broken heart. It was a new day in Hearts, and she was the Queen.
‘Off with his head”
“What was it with people always trying to kill me in the library? Nickamedes so needed to put up warning signs. Danger: Working here could be hazardous to your health.”
“Ever since I was small, opera has been a living, breathing part of me.
The problem is that as I’ve grown, it’s become more demanding… an entity that controls me. Once a song speaks to my subconscious, the notes become a toxin I have to release through my diaphragm, my vocal cords, my tongue.”
“Dad wouldn't bother me if my door was closed. He respected privacy. Privacy was like gold to him, as in worth it's weight. He wanted it, and so he gave it to others freely, and without question”
“That's when I realized the chill wasn't coming from outside—it was coming from within me.”
“Nu, jaren later, zie ik zelf hoe idioot verlegen ik was. Geen wonder dat verlegen wezens zoals wij uitsterven. Wij waren nog slechts schaduwen, die voor zonsondergang nog even lang werden om daarna helemaal te verdwijnen. Ik ben ook verdwenen. Niemand weet dat ik nog leef.”
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