Her voice was soft and numinous, as befitted any Asian singer, yet it was not just bells and melody. There was something else in her tune, a strand of solemnity that no Asian could possess, for it yearned for something far away, whereas Asians needed only open their eyes to behold the greatest wonders. Yes, she was in Annie now, but she hadn’t always been, and for how much longer was impossible to say.

— Mary-Jean Harris

I knew your plan before you made it,” Eudora proclaimed, tossing her Were from hand to hand… “You are somewhat of a mystery, one of Shakespeare’s cryptic sonnets, I reckon, but some lines are rather…obvious. You would be a terrible king.

— Mary-Jean Harris

No, I do not believe in fate, that some spirits of the heavens weave the laws of the world to make it so. That is dogma for the foolish, for the universe is quite able to deal with such matters herself, to use her natural laws to guide matter and the spirits. Even so, souls within the world can act to naturally shift the cause of events. Magister Brennan did say that ‘Nothing happens unless we make it so.’ I believe you have made it so, Wolfdon, and how foolish it would be for us to ignore an opportunity that you yourself established, whether you knew you were doing so or not.

— Mary-Jean Harris