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

- and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.

Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.

A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.

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.

Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.

Envy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight)