While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them.

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.

Everyone can lie, young Roger, given cause enough. Even me. It's only that it's harder for those of us who live in glass faces; we have to think up our lies ahead of time.

Knowing that everything is possible suddenly nothing is necessary.

No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the soothing, incomprehensible speech. If I were a horse, I’d let him ride me anywhere.

A general cry of "What book? What book? Let us see this famous book!