Our lives are like these things I make. Turn 'em, build 'em, bake 'em in fire. That's what you've been, son. Baked and fired. But a pot don't have the right to choose whether he be for water, wine, or just left empty. You have, son. You have.

I liked her better for showing a little spirit.

Was it my fault that I got out of hand? --Loki

A spider brings good luck before midnight and bad luck after.

Love not often, but forever.

The great thing about books is that you can end with a question mark.

Drunkeness, she told us in a rare moment of confidence, is a sin against the fruit, the tree, the wine itself. Wine, distilled and nurtured from bud into fruit; it deserves reverance. Joy. Gentleness. (Page 194.)