Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?

Marveling at his own boldness, he said softly, "I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me.

Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal.

Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.

...no cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by appearances. Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.

Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.

But I still feel I waste a lot of time leaning on my elbow and thinking to myself, 'alright sucker, now what?'