She said, "I will go no farther." "There is no choice. We can only go on." The magician said again. "We can only go on.

This creature is the Pooka. Pay no mind to the shape he wears, for he’s none of his own, and no soul either. Ware him ever, trust him never, but when the wind’s right he has his uses. Never forget that you will never know him. The Pooka’s mystery even to the Pooka.

I am infected with life and will die of it in time.

Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.

I always say perseverance is nine-tenths of any art — not that it's much help to be nine-tenths an artist, of course.

I love whom I love," Prince Lir repeated firmly. "You have no power over anything that matters.

Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.