Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name. - Peter S. Beagle

"He felt as if he had told a joke and they had missed the punchline and were leaning to him, wating for the kicker, the all-illuminating kicker that is found only in jokes; or as if someone had asked, "How you doing?" and the spring-and-strap arrangement in him had rusted and broken and he would never again be able to answer perfunctory questions the way other people did."

"No," he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give.

Don't look back and don't run. You must never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.