Ravens bring things to people. We're like that. It's our nature. We don't like it.

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.

What do men know? Because they have seen no unicorns for a while does not mean we have all vanished.

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

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

What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.

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