“Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.”

“It is a giggle full of high spirits and merry mischief, proof that we never lose our girlish selves, no matter what sort of women we become.”

“Spirit and soul is horseshit of the worst sort. Obviously there are no fairies, no Santa Clauses, no spirits. What there is, is human goals and purposes as noted by sane existentialists. But a lot of transcendentalists are utter screwballs.”

“Maybe we were ghosts of a sort, spirits from the world that had died when the volcano erupted.”

“Wisdom, as I see it, is not some sort of realization of how smart you've become, rather it's the ability to admit just how stupid you've been.”

“It would be dreadfullyironic, I mused, if once I earned a soul, I forgot everything about being fey, including all my memories of her. That sort of ending seemedappropriately tragic; the smitten fey creature becomes human but forgets why he wanted to in the first place. Old fairy tales loved that sort of irony.”