"You were the one who taught me," he said. "I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow … - Peter S. Beagle

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.

My people are in the world again. No sorrow will live in me as long as that joy‌ — ‌save one, and I thank you for that, too.

I am a king's daughter,
And if I cared to care,
The moon that has no mistress
Would flutter in my hair.
No one dares to cherish
What I choose to crave.
Never have I hungered,
For that I did not have
I am a kings daughter,
And I grow old within
The prison of my person,
The shackles of my skin.
And I would run away
And beg from door to door,
Just to see your shadow
Once, and never more.