Real magic can never be made by offering up someone else’s liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. The true witches know th… - Peter S. Beagle

Only to a magician is the world forever fluid, infinitely mutable and eternally new. Only he knows the secret of change, only he knows truly that all things are crouched in eagerness to become something else, and it is from this universal tension that he draws his power.

The torches went out, and in the darkness, he placed his lips to my ear. “I believe you because I choose to; not because I do.

I'll tell you something. Once I was very fond of a poem by Emily Dickinson or somebody. I only remember one line of it, but it goes, 'The soul selects her own society.' I used to tell it to everybody. Once I quoted it to a friend of mine, and he said, 'Maybe, but the body gets thrown into bed with the goddamnedest people.