Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold.

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

Night is not something to endure until dawn. It is an element, like wind or fire. Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its own laws, and many living things dwell in it.

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

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.

Shall I add a man to my collection?

The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there