Marveling at his own boldness, he said softly, I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair dayligh...
I’ll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I’ll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I’ll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.
He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.
He really would have done all that for her, you see, and done it believing he'd burn in hell forever for doing it. He hadn't done it, and wouldn't had made her his anyway, but you see why he'd have fi...
All around Molly there flowed and flowered a light as impossible as snow set afire, while thousands of cloven hooves sang by like cymbals. She stood very still, neither weeping nor laughing, for her j...
This body is dying. I can feel it rotting all around me. How can anything that is going to die be real? How can it be truly beautiful?
There is never a happy ending because nothing ever ends.
Sing to me, she said. That would be valiant, to raise your voice in this dark, lonely place, and it will be useful as well. Sing to me, sing loudly-drown out my dreams, keep me from remembering whatev...
Remember what I told you about time. When I was alive, I believed -- as you do -- that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so. I said 'one o'clock' as though I could see i...
I’m a magician with no magic, and that’s no one at all.
I love you, Laura said hopelessly. I'd love you if you were afraid of everything in the world.
You're in the story with the rest of us now, and you must go with it, whether you will or no.
You must remind me, little one. When I... when I lose myself - when I lose her - you must remind me that I am still searching, still waiting... that I have never forgotten her, never turned from all s...
Whatever can die is beautiful — more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?
What use is wizardry if it cannot save a unicorn? He gripped the magician's shoulder hard, to keep from falling. Shchmendrick did not turn his head. With a touch of sad mockery in his voice, he said,...
Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe,Sooner than I will live with you.Fish will come walking out of the sea,Sooner than you will come back to me.
If he had even blinked, she would have been gone; but he did not blink, and he held her, as he had learned to hold griffins and chimeras motionless with his steady gaze. Her bare feet wounded him deep...
I've had worse, and I'll have better one day. This is not the end.
How can we delight in our good fortune when we know that it must end, and that one of us will end it? Every day makes us richer, and brings us one day nearer to our doom.
Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.