Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts... - Peter S. Beagle

Real magic can never be made by offering up someone else’s liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. The true witches know that.” A

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.

"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."