‎"It always seemed somehow less real here... a really detailed dream, but sort of washed out, like a thin watercolor. Softer, somehow, even with their electric light and engines and everything. I guess it was because there was hardly any magic.

Choosers will be beggars if the begging's not their choosing.

Your father is angry with me because he thinks I almost got myself killed,' said Sabriel, with a slight grin. 'I don't understand it myself, since I think he should be glad that I didn't.

Yet when ancient forces stir, many things are woken.

Often, I get the feeling that the story is really happening somewhere and all I'm doing is trying to work out the best way to tell it.

A Kiss," said Mogget sleepily. "Actually, just a breath would do. But you have to start kissing someone sometime, I suppose." "A breath?" she asked. She didn't want to kiss just any wooden man. He looked nice enough, but he might not be like his looks. A kiss seemed too forward.

I have never known what to tell anybody. Except that it is better to do something than nothing, even if the cost is great.