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

The moon was gone, but to the magician's eyes the unicorn was the moon, cold and white and very old, lighting his way to safety, or to madness.

Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain of truth, like a pearl.

Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.

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

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?

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