I am no king, and I am no lord, And I am no soldier at-arms," said he. "I'm none but a harper, and a very poor harper, That am come hither to wed with ye." "If you were a lord, you should be my lord, And the same if you were a thief," said she. "And if you are a harper, you shall be my harper, For it makes no matter to me, to me, For it makes no matter to me." "But what if it prove that I am no harper? That I lied for your love most monstrously?" "Why, then I'll teach you to play and sing, For I dearly love a good harp," said she.

...no place is more enchanted than where a unicorn has been born.

You ever want to see real witchcraft, you watch people protecting their comfort, their beliefs.

There are honest people in the world, but only because the devil considers their asking prices ridiculous.

Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.

Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal.

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.