Нона из Девятого дома

“Don’t worry, kiddie,” she said tiredly. “I’ll keep loving you—my problem is I don’t know how to stop. And, you know … who you are … were … you’re capable of more than you think, right now. I liked you. He liked you—Gideon liked you. My necromancer and I always liked you … and hey, what’s like except a love that hasn’t been invited indoors?”

“Camilla and Palamedes were loved by Nona,” said Paul. “Pyrrha was loved by Nona. It’s finished, it’s done. You can’t take loved away. We loved you too. Palamedes and Camilla loved you.”

Don’t care about what people say … care about what people do. People say all kinds of things because it’s so easy to open your mouth and make words come out. It’s the doing that shows you what they are, and what they feel.

"Cam, responsibility just means you can't ever do anything you think is really important."

"Yes," said Cam simply.

"Being unexpectedly loved is so wonderful or terrible, isn't it?"

"<...> Звучит как начало анекдота, да? Двое учёных, инженер, детектив, адвокат и художник заходят в бар, чтобы помочь мне стать Богом."

That is how meat loves meat.

I want you lot to make that your motto. What we know is that we don’t know anything.

It felt so easy to be good when you were happy

“Hah! Don’t come over all intelligence agent with me, you young fool. The Bureau’s not welcome in the House of the Ninth. Last one we had—thirty years back—we dropped off eleven hours from the prison with ten hours’ worth of air and told ’em to hurry up.”