“Just because it's common doesn't make it less powerful.”

“Cursed, I was cursed, and my mother said shed given up magic for good, said it was a terrible thing, but she wasnt above using it to keep me at her side, and shes a hypocrite, a liar, a fraud and p...”

“I stretched out on the carpet, eyes glazed over, my heart whirring with frustration and fear, and as my mothers curse slowly, firmly, pushed my eyelids closed, my body went still. But on the inside...”

“I am going to be murdered.It wasnt any easier to face in the daytime.”

“This will be the night I escape. The thought repeated in my mind like a refrain, over and over, and I believed it so hard that I whispered it aloud: This will be the night I escape!”

“I am swimming and it is just sunrise, the sky so gray as to be almost invisible. I rise to the surface to breathe and thats when I see the dark shadow of a boat, gliding gently toward me in the wat...”

“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?”

“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

“This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.”

“At such times, under an abated sun; afloat all day upon smooth, slow heaving swells; seated in his boat, light as a birch canoe; and so sociably mixing with the soft waves themselves, that like hea...”

“Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above t...”

“When Rachel Carson accepted the National Book Award, she said, 'if there is poetry in my book about the sea it is not because I deliberately put it there but because no one could write truthfully a...”