We need metaphors of magic and monsters in order to understand the human condition.

I respect my limitations, but I don't use them as an excuse.

Part of him wanted to weep... but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking.

It is wrong to ask for more than you give freely. In this way, we come to resemble what we hate.

Where do you get dreams like this?

This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken.

Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.