“I come in a world of iron...to make a world of gold”

“If gold rusts, what then can iron do?”

“Fiction, I believed, was the transmutation of experiential dross into linguistic gold. Fiction meant taking up whatever the world had abandoned by the road and making something beautiful out of it.”

“Ripples in the upside down lake of the void . . . The bottom of the world is gold and the world is upside down”

“I have seen giraffes in junglejimstheir necks like lovewound around the iron circumstances of the world.”

“The reason faeries don't like iron is that it ties them too strongly to this world. The Paths aren't part of this world - you can't take iron there. It won't let you.'I frowned. "You do realize that makes no sense."'Unlike being able to open a door in the wall and take you to another hemisphere in a matter of minutes? How odd. Everything about Faerie is usually so rational.”