“A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.”

“We didn't make ourselves," she says. "We aren't the greatest things to exist. I can't believe that. I won't believe that. We have too many faults.”

“Her hair is full of icy wind and daylight. She is every princess, every queen, in the history book.”

“The madness of youth made me unafraid.”

“You arent crazy, he says. What? Ive known you all your life, and youve always tried to hide the parts of yourself that you think are wrong. But nothing is wrong with you. Those may be the best word...”

“With free will comes inevitable error and misjudgement”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”

“You could have fooled me. Everytime I called you, Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding me. Again.""I wasn't. I did want to talk to you. I've been thinking about you all the time.""I...”

“Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving, and so, never die.”

“I prefer to rule and work in Nigeria in a free and independent way. I was born free, and I want to die free in the name of my country.”

“When you hear the echoes of my mind, you'll know that I wasn't listening to what you said.”

“No one in this world is in a position to interfere with you. Therefore, do not find fault with the world; the fault is only yours. These are the echoes of interferences that you had caused. Had you...”

“It is as if the Caru'ee were able to perceive an echo of the past, and unconsciously, as they built upon a palimpsest of books written long ago and long forgotten, chanced to stumble upon an essenc...”