His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment. This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.

When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you got problems.

Feelings, emotions - they are neither right nor wrong. They cannot be assigned a value. Feelings *are*. By labeling a feeling wrong, you force yourself to ignore that feeling. And what you most need is to feel it, let it burn through you, then get on with life.

You can’t give somebody faith. They either got it or they don’t.

Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin. Get tossed in the air enough, it's easy to come down on the wrong side.

What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?

He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.