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?

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

If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will. We let human beings caress us because it is pleasant enough and calms them - but not her. The price is more than a cat can pay.

This creature is the Pooka. Pay no mind to the shape he wears, for he’s none of his own, and no soul either. Ware him ever, trust him never, but when the wind’s right he has his uses. Never forget that you will never know him. The Pooka’s mystery even to the Pooka.

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

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

He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.