“Alchemists need to break themselves into pieces. They want to rebuild the world around them so desperately that they would give their blood, body, or soul. But people in power cannot fathom breaking a world that already bows to them.”

“I knew you were the real threat. Mortals always are, aren’t they? If you read the stories.”

“The village hall is a factory where petty grudges are made, and there is no grudge like a petty, hobby-related grudge.”

“I am not scared of rockets, I am scared of God.”

“I can't fight stories," she whispered, and a few tears, dark as ink, ran down her face and tangled in her hair.