We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.

The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things...Things must happen when it is time for them to happen.

He had never missed God or the hope of heaven, but he had dearly wanted confession to rest his mind, Communion to let him touch something beyond Father Krone's dry, shaky hand, and holy water to taste like starlight.

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.

He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.

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.

As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn't say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.