Life goes on, even if two-headed and glowing faintly in the dark.

What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?

The explorer who will not come back or send back his ships to tell his tale is not an explorer, only an adventurer; and his sons are born in exile.

It is a terrible thing, this kindess that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we end up with that small change. We have nothing else to give.

And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.

Belief in the lie is the life of the lie.

Maybe when you meet the people you are supposed to meet you know it, without knowing it.