I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.
Can't get away from your own self.
Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.
A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.
Lie until even you believe it - that's the real secret of lying
Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.