No, I'm not sad And though I say nothing I want to talk. I'm waiting for you to smile Then I'll smile too And we can begin. Are you like me? Does it … - William Nicholson

If you die, I'll die.'
'But is you live, I'll live.'
- Bowman and Kestrel, Firesong

Use your power gently.

'I don't want to do any of those things you said. I want – I want – to make things right.'
'Then so you shall.'
'Is it so easy?'
'Not easy. Not easy at all. Think how much is wanting to make things wrong. All the fear in the world, and the violence that comes from the fear, and the hatred that comes from the violence, and the loneliness that comes from the hatred. All the unhappiness, all the cruelty, it gathers like clouds in the air, and grows dark and cold and heavy, and falls like grey snow in thick layers over the land. Then the world is all muffled and numb, and no one can hear each other or feel each other. Think how sad and lonely that must be.