“She is a beautiful creature, but beauty doesn t equal good and it certainly doesn t equal sane.”
“Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It s a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but all weaving together in a rope of sound that s sad but not sad and slow but not slow and all singing one word. One word.”
“Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh’ beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?”