The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down at last; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief.

To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.

Was it an accident that I saw Fiyero, I wondered, looking at the manager with new eyes, or is it just that world unwraps itself to you again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew?

How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.

She's sent the crows out to blind the guests coming for dinner!" What?" She's BLINDING THE GUESTS COMING FOR DINNER!" Well, that's one way to avoid having to dust, I suppose.

The world was floods above and fire below