Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No line can be erased. I had no belief in your ability to move a coin to your bidding. How could you? A person's path through the world seldom changes and even more seldom will it change abruptly. And the shape of your path was visible from the beginning.

When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.

In dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth to meet what we shall meet.

I will do what I promised." He whispered. "No matter what. I will not send you into the darkness alone.

Anything that doesn't take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.

Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.

It would take a hell of a wife to beat no wife at all.