The most powerful weapon is hope.

A wonder tale can be truer than true," I said. I had learned (...) that the deepest kind of truth can be found in the strangest and wildest of stories. One may not meet a fire-breathing dragon on the way to the well. One may not encounter an army of toothed snakes in the woodshed. That does not make the wisdom in those tales any less real.

And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.

Johnny was sobbing in shuddering gasps, telling me his small tale of woe, that the world was suddently different, and that he wanted me to make it better, right now please." --Liadan's interpretation of her baby's cries.

Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.

His thoughts inhabit a different plane from those of ordinary men; the simplest interpretation of that is to call him crazy.

She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.