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

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.

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.

The woman I loved died because I did not love her enough - what greater sin is there than that?" (Uncle Chaim and Aunt Fifke and the Angel)

How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?

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

The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.