Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.

There's something about a roof isn't there? It makes you feel like it doesn't matter what's going on below. All of those things that get in the way of your dreams - you're above them. Anything is possible.

That's what happens when you love someone... you notice and notice and notice.

Plus he was naturally lucky at cards. As Mam had always said, lucky at cards, or lucky at life. One or the other. Not both.

You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.

The time will come when you will be forced to make a choice,” Hanalea said. “When that time comes, choose love.

The next chamber is full of songbirds, if I remember right. Their music is like turtleweed. It will put you to sleep if you listen to it. They sleep most of the time, so the best thing is to pass through without waking them up. If they do awaken, then you must sing loud enough to drown out their music." "Great," Han said. "Whose idea was that?" "It seemed like a good idea at the time," Crow said. "I was an excellent singer.