When you walk, you make an echo where they used to be. - Peter S. Beagle

...she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.

"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 for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you."

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.