Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain of truth, like a pearl.

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

She said, "I will go no farther." "There is no choice. We can only go on." The magician said again. "We can only go on.

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.

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

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