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

Ravens bring things to people. We're like that. It's our nature. We don't like it.

There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.

If a man loved me, I would have talked myself into loving him, and I would have loved him very deeply after a while.

But I must go on," said the Lady Amalthea, "for it is never finished. Even when I wake, I cannot tell what is real, and what I am dreaming as I move and speak and eat my dinner. I remember what cannot have happened, and forget something that is happening to me know. People look at me as though I should know them, and I do know them in the dream, and always the fire draws me nearer, though I am awake—

Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.

I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.