I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone--I always have such a crowded head.

We call them faerie. We don't believe in them. Our loss.

Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.

I'm not...' Angharad began, but then she thought. Not what? Not a bad person? Perhaps. But had she never known anger? Never held unkind thoughts? The stranger's observation was valid. No one was innocent of darkness.

Dying doesn't end anything - it just changes where you are

You walk around with a negative attitude and you're just naturally going to bring trouble and hard times down on yourself.

"... 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."