I don't think you can very well give people as presents: they might not like it. - T. H. White

It is like…I don’t know what. Not like silk. It is more like pouring water, only there is something cloudy about it too. The clouds are made of water, aren’t they? Is it a pale mist, or a winter sea, or a waterfall, or a hayrick in the frost? Yes, it is a hayrick, deep and soft and full of scent.

Nobody can be saved from anything, unless they save themselves.

...in going to sleep he had learned to vanquish light, and now the light could not rewake him.