Petronilla

“Be kind and corteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen tights,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes,
To have my love to bed and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“When reading a book, it was easy to read quickly and not use one’s brain. Now that he had transmigrated into a cannon fodder in the book, he wished he was the reincarnation of Sherlock Holmes.”
― 今夕故年, 师尊难为 It’s Not Easy Being a Master

“Wisdom is for the meek,” he returns. “And it seldom helps them as much as they believe it will. After all, as wise as you are, you still married Locke. Of course, perhaps you are wiser than even that—perhaps you’re so wise you made yourself a widow, too.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Tell me what I must slay, what I must steal, tell me the riddle I must solve or the hag I must trick. Only tell me the way, and I will do it, no matter the danger, no matter the hardship, no matter the cost.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing