And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.

Happy endings are still endings.

The devil is a very big angel, but a very little man.

If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.

Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.

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.

Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.