Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you were too afraid to find the answer to?

First time's a fluke; second time's a coincidence," said Velius. "Third time's tradition," finished Erik.

No," Wednesday agreed. "You have tortured with silence. You let her grieve for a soul she did not lose, mourn a heart that should not have broken, and berate herself for betraying the man she loves...with the man she loves. It can't be 'true' love without the truth, Rumbold.

Gifts, like words, carried with them a great deal of power. They bestowed good fortune just as powerfully as they could curse; the could bind people together or tear them apart.

If you did not indulge in fantasies, how else would you know if you were living an interesting life?

Everything in the world was about creativity: belief and creation. Storytelling was the essence of both.

He could not change the man he had been, but these hands would make him the man he could be