Once you have courage to look upon evil, seeing it for what it is and naming it by its true name, it is powerless against you, and you can destroy it.

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

And thus did an Assistant Pig-Keeper become High King of Prydain.

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

True allegiance is only given willingly.

Two cats can live as cheaply as one, and their owner has twice as much fun

Who but lovers dream alike?