Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through.

The real thing about evil," said the Witch at the doorway, "isn't any of what you said. You figure out one side of it - the human side, say - and the eternal side goes into shadow. Or vice versa. It's like the old saw: What does a dragon in its shell look like? Well no one can ever tell, for as soon as you break the shell to see, the dragon is no longer in its shell. The real disaster of this inquiry is that it is the nature of evil to be secret.

The storm dropped a house on her head.

The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.

Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us.

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

Of course. You get everything from books.