She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.

It is scary, sometimes, Tomas admitted. But the scary bits are what make you brave.

You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That's what happens when you're alive.

She had witnessed the world's most beautiful things, and allowed herself to grow old and unlovely. She had felt the heat of a leviathan's roar, and the warmth within a cat's paw. She had conversed with the wind and had wiped soldier's tears. She had made people see, she'd seen herself in the sea. Butterflies had landed on her wrists, she had planted trees. She had loved, and let love go. So she smiled.

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.

There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world.

Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.