They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

Sing to me," she said. "That would be valiant, to raise your voice in this dark, lonely place, and it will be useful as well. Sing to me, sing loudly-drown out my dreams, keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it. Sing to me, my lord prince, if it please you. It may not seem a hero's task, but I would be glad of it.

You were the one who taught me," he said. "I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you.

I always say perseverance is nine-tenths of any art — not that it's much help to be nine-tenths an artist, of course.

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

...no cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.