<i> <b>The Blue Jay's Lullaby — </b> </i> Spiders and sowbugs and beetles and crickets, Slugs from the roses and ticks from the thickets, Grasshoppe… - Peter S. Beagle

I love you, more, I think, than I know, but our kind of love isn't a sword. It's a light. Not a fire. A small light, just bright enough to read love letters by and keep the animals at a growling distance. In time it will go out. All lights go out. So do all fires, if it's any comfort. Love me, and look at me, and remember me, as I'll remember you.

We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.

"Then what is magic for?" Prince Lír demanded wildly. "What use is wizardry if it cannot save a unicorn?" He gripped the magician's shoulder hard, to keep from falling.

Schmedrick did not turn his head. With a touch of sad mockery in his voice, he said, "That's what heroes are for."