I loved all the world's mythologies.

Indeed, the more we find to love, the more we add to the measure of our hearts.

The dear girl, I fear, may be contemplating some alarming, disruptive perhaps dangerous project. In which case, I would naturally do all in my power to keep her from any such rash or foolhardy enterprise – unless she wished me to accompany her.

I can't make sense out of that girl," he said to the bard, "Can you?" "Never mind," Fflewddur said, "We aren't really expected to.

You know how chickens are, imagining the world coming to an end one moment, then pecking corn the next.

No matter what has happened, you're not a pig-boy; you're an Assistant Pig Keeper!

I know that some readers think (The High King) should have ended differently. I cried for three days afterwards.