Perhaps he does not want to be friends with you until he knows what you are like. With owls, it is never easy-come-easy-go. - T. H. White

for love can exist with hatred, each preying on the other, and this is what gives it its greatest fury.

"Wars are never fought for one reason," he said. "They are fought for dozens of reasons, in a muddle."

The Wart did not know what Merlyn was talking about, but he liked him to talk. He did not like the grown-ups who talked down to him, but the ones who went on talking in their usual way, leaving him to leap along in their wake, jumping at meanings, guessing, clutching at known words, and chuckling at complicated jokes as they suddenly dawned. He had the glee of the porpoise then, pouring and leaping through strange seas.