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

I would be mute, beautiful, changless as the earth for you. I would be your memory, without age, always innocent, always waiting in the King's white house. I would do that for you and no other man inthe relm. But it would be a lie and I will do anything but lie to you - I swear that.

Imagination is best fed by reality, an odd diet for something nonexistent there are few details of daily life and its broad range of emotional context that can't be transformed into food for the imagination.

It’s an odd thing, happiness. Some people take happiness from gold. Or black pearls. And some of us, far more fortunate, take their happiness from periwinkles.

When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear.

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.

Wisdom never learned silence, and it is most annoying when least wanted.