A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.

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.

My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known.

Haggard, I would not be you for all the world," he declared. "You have let your doom in by the front door, although it will not depart that way. (...) Farewell, poor Haggard, farewell!

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

Lir said, "It is my right. A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last." But Schmendrick answered, "This is not the end, either for you or for her.

Only to a magician is the world forever fluid, infinitely mutable and eternally new. Only he knows the secret of change, only he knows truly that all things are crouched in eagerness to become something else, and it is from this universal tension that he draws his power.