“speechless, castaway and wrya spellbound oddity am Imy feet are locked upon the claymy gaze is locked upon the sky”

“Riding upon the back of a waterhorse - what mortal had ever stayed in such a seat for so long? On a horse made of cold currents and liquid convergences, jests and trickery - pressed against a hide like the burnished sea of midnight, thing look different to the rider.”

“If you are the lantern, I am the flame;If you are the lake, then I am the rain;If you are the desert, I am the sea;If you are the blossom, I am the bee;If you are the fruit, then I am the core;If you are the rock, then I am the ore;If you are the ballad, I am the word;If you are the sheath, then I am the sword.”

“The measure of happiness is merely the difference between expectations and outcomes. It is not concerned with what one possesses – it is concerned with how content one is with what one possesses.”

“The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope.”

“Careful, even now, not to thank the wights, she added, "You have all been most kind.”

“Down the violet wind slid syrinx melodies, wild as foxes, mad as love, strange as wakening.”