Don't let death, Jacob reproves himself, be your final thought.

“Too cowardly to be a warrior, but not enough of a coward to lie down and roll o…”

“Yay, when it came to faces, pretty lies was better'n scabbin' true”

“I...asked why purebloods despised me so. He replied, 'What if the difference be…”

“After ten pages I felt that Nietzsche was reading me, not I him.”