“The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.”

“Even now, she wished she could write a note, push it across the table, and go away to her room. But she was no longer a Second Assistant Librarian of the Great Library of the Clayr. Those days were...”

“"It always seemed somehow less real here... a really detailed dream, but sort of washed out, like a thin watercolor. Softer, somehow, even with their electric light and engines and everything. I gu...”

“It was like someone far away calling someone elses name.”

“Be assured that any hurt to your spirit will pass in time. It is the nature of Death to take, but the nature of Life to give.”

“There were also very special or dangerous items that had to be fetched in person, or even by large parties of armed librarians.”

“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?”