Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart.

There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language.

There was the gaudy patch of sunflowers beside the west gate of the palace of the Prince of Ombria, that did nothing all day long but turn their golden-haired, thousand-eyed faces to follow the sun.

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me.

If you have no faith in yourself, then have faith in the things you call truth. You know what must be done. You may not have courage or trust or understanding or the will to do it, but you know what must be done. You can't turn back. There is now answer behind you. You fear what you cannot name. So look at it and find a name for it. Turn your face forward and learn. Do what must be done. -Deth to Morgon, Prince of Hed-

That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it.