..no meal is good enough to justify all the money and effort wasted in preparing it. It is an illusion and an expense. Live as I do, undeceived.

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

I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?

...because in a way it happened to someone else. I don't really speak that person's language anymore, and when I think about her, she embarrasses me sometimes, but I don't want to forget her, I don't want to pretend she never existed. So before I start forgetting, I have to get down exactly who she was, and exactly how she felt about everything. She was me a lot longer than I've been me so far.

Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger, And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved.

I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns, but not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else — what do they look to one another, then? What do trees look like to them, or houses, or real horses, or their own children?

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