"Sleep my little baby-ohSleep until you wakenWhen you wake you'll see the worldIf I'm not mistaken...Kiss a loverDance a measure,Find your nameAnd buried treasure...Face your lifeIts pain, Its pleasure,Leave no path untaken."
"I think . . . I said things to Silas. He'll be angry.''If he didn't care about you, you couldn't upset him,' was all she said."
"Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken."
"If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it."
"Nearly' only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades."
"Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘... Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly."