Go back' Taran shouted at the top of his voice.'Have you lost your wits?' Eilonwy, for it was she, half-halted. She had tucked her plaited hair under a leather helmet. The Princess of Llyr smiled cheerfully at him. 'I understand you're upset,' she shouted back, 'but that's no cause to be rude.' She galloped on. For a time, Taran could not believe he had really seen her.

Trust your luck, Taran Wanderer. But don't forget to put out your nets!

If life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled.

...alas, raising a young lady is a mystery even beyond an enchanter's skill.

Count the deed, not the thought.

If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?

Miss Vesper Holly has the digestive talents of a goat and the mind of a chess master. She is familiar with half a dozen languages and can swear fluently in all of them. She understands the use of a slide rule but prefers doing calculations in her head. She does not hesitate to risk life and limb- mine as well as her own. No doubt she has other qualities as yet undiscovered. I hope not.