There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale.

It's not all about getting your own way. Sometimes there's a bigger picture.

Most children are given far too much praise for their early drawings, so much so that they rarely learn the ability to refine their first crude efforts the way their early attempts at language are corrected.

Even, she thought, even without the gift of witchsight, there was more beauty to be found in the world than could ever be snared in language or music. And with the sight.

Stone walls confine a tinker; cold iron binds a witch; but a musician's music can never be fettered, for it lives first in her heart and mind.

There was too much going on here -- too much that strayed from odd all the way over into seriously weird.

There's never an easy route to the things that matter.