It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.

Her face was a stranger’s face, which was as it should be. Love each other from the day we are born to the day we die, we are still strangers every minute, and nobody should forget that, even though we have to.

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

song of elli (old age) "What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain What is gone is gone... What is sea-born dies on land, Soft is trod upon. What is given burns the hand - What is gone is gone... Here is there, and high is low; All may be undone. What is true, no two men know - What is gone is gone... Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose - What is gone is gone.

A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.

Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.

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