I feel a whole country growing inside me, thousands of years, millions of people, stupid, crazy, shrewd people, and all of them me. I never felt like that before, I never felt that there was anything inside me, even myself.

All lives are composed of two basic elements," the squirrel said, "purpose and poetry. By being ourselves, squirrel and raven, we fulfill the first requirement, you in flight and I in my tree. But there is poetry in the meanest of lives, and if we leave it unsought we leave ourselves unrealized. A life without food, without shelter, without love, a life lived in the rain—this is nothing beside a life without poetry.

I love whom I love," Prince Lir repeated firmly. "You have no power over anything that matters.

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

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

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

We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.