Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.

I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.

I wonder if I could eat a child if I had the chance.' 'I doubt if I could cook one,' said Constance.

We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.

There had not been this many words sounded in our house for a long time, and it was going to take a while to clean them out.

Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.

The sight of one's own heart is degrading; people are not meant to look inward - that's why they've been given bodies, to hide their souls.