Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.

He is a great enough magician to tap our most common nightmares, daydreams and twilight fancies, but he never invented them either: he found them a place to live, a green alternative to each day's madness here in a poisoned world. We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.

But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake; it is never finished." -the Lady Amalthea, from The Last Unicorn

It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.

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?

The tune was wailing and mournful, almost flagrantly so, and the total effect was of a heartbroken piccolo being parted forever from its bagpipe lover.

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