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.

I loved all the world's mythologies.

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

A crown is more discomfort than adornment. If you have learned that, you have already learned much.

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

Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It's a way of understanding it.

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.