Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn.

Listen to your second thought, or the third might be too late.

I'm sorry Finn. I'm a wooden-headed dummy.' Don't be so hard on yourself,' said Finn. 'You're just a straw-brained scarecrow.

A little snark, properly directed, can change the world.

My friends call me by my name." "You don't have any friends." "I don't want you to be my friend, Selia, or my servant, not now. I thought you were both. You have let me know I was wrong. So are you to treat me so. You are wrong.

I couldn't see what was real until time had washed away everything else.

Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn.