"And to the devil with it if she is!"said the Consul. "One girl, who is not Nephilim, is not, cannot, be our priority.""She is my priority!"Will shouted."
"No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily."
"You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside."
"Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure."
"She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer."
"You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all."