Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal.

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.

there never is a happy ending because nothing ever ends.

The magician stood erect, menacing the attackers with demons, metamorphoses, paralyzing ailments, and secret judo holds. Molly picked up a rock.

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.

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.