The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.

My child, you have a flawed grasp of the nature of myth-making. I am a poet and storyteller, a creator of ballads and sagas. Pray do not confuse the exercise of the imagination with mere mendacity. I am a master of the mysteries of words, their meanings and music and mellifluous magic.

We always find it difficult to forgive our heroes for being human.

Well, you will have to do. If you had died along with your mother, I would have taught the cat to read.

True stories seldom have endings. I don't want a happy ending, I want more story.

Ordinary life did not stop just because kings rose and fell, Mosca realized. People adapted. If the world turned upside down, everyone ran and hid in their houses, but a very short while later, if all seemed quiet, they came out again and started selling each other potatoes.

You, sir, are a romantic, and I'm afraid the condition is incurable. -Eponymous Clent