The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.

We worship…the powers that speak to our souls, if it seems they do. We do so knowing there is more to the world, and the half-world, and perhaps worlds beyond, than we can grasp. We always knew that. We can’t even stop children from dying, how would we presume to understand the truth of things? Behind things? Does the presence of one power deny another? [p. 176]

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.

I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve.

There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.

But if you couldn't do everything, did that mean you did nothing?

Why did becoming accustomed to something have to render its pleasures stale.