What a dull place the world would be if all the mysteries in it were solved.

It’s so hard to think in winter. The world seems confined in the space of your heart; you can’t see beyond yourself.

How strange to be in a dream one moment and in the world the next, and to know the difference in the blink of an eye.

He went into a dark tower of truth for you. Do you have the courage to give him your own name?

Do you want a half-truth or truth?” “Truth.” “Then you will have to trust me.” His voice was suddenly softer than the fire sounds, melting into the silence within the stones. “Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope. Trust me.” Morgon.

I heard you. Sometimes, in silence, at night, I hear the voices of things beyond eyesight, like echoes of ancient songs. I heard your voice, lonely in my dreams – it woke me, so I came. You see, I know how it is when you speak a name into an empty room with no one on earth to answer to it.

You – cannot ever be certain of those you love – that they will not hurt you, even loving you. But to make me certain to love you, will be to take away any love I might give you freely.

You can weave your life so long – only so long, and then a thing in the world out of your control will tug at one vital thread and leave you patternless and subdued.

She spread her hands. That morning they had been soft as feathers, jeweled, polished, and perfumed. Now they were crisscrossed with blood and dirt, wearing only bruises for jewels.

Sybel, you went from me like a dream, so silently, so irrevocably – I could not bear it, I could not bear it –.