He was walking into Faerie, in search of a fallen star, with no idea how he would find the star, nor how to keep himself safe and whole as he tried. He looked back and fancied that he could see the lights of Wall behind him, wavering and glimmering as if in a heat-haze, but still inviting.

What need, Dunstan wondered, could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?

If ever you get to be my age," said the old woman, "you will know all there is to know about regrets, and you will know that one more, here or there, will make no difference in the long run.

There may be a parallel between woodcuts and radio; radio plays are a living art form everywhere except the USA.

"Death's a capricious thing, innit?" "Yes. Yes, she is."

And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.

He was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring because yesterday has brought it.