"... he had understood, better than anyone ... the beauty that grew out of the simple knowledge that everything, no matter how small or large it might be, was a perfect example of what it was."

There is no plan, no future laid out for any of us beyond what we make for ourselves.

That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.

Lies were like having a pregnant rabbit. One day you had one, but before you knew it, there were rabbits all over the place.

I think you're all mad. But that's part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn't it?

It's easy to believe in magic when you're young. Anything you couldn't explain was magic then. It didn't matter if it was science or a fairy tale. Electricity and elves were both infinitely mysterious and equally possible - elves probably more so.

An now the silences come in a single lifetime, in a single year... when species die, leaving a silent space in the world song that can never be filled.