“Be careful of the curse that falls on young loversStarts so soft and sweet and turns them to huntersA man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by nightMay still become a wolf when the autumn moon is brightIf you could only see the beast you've made of meI held it in but now it seems you've set it running freeThe saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unboundI hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground”

“It won't work,' Mr. Bentley continued, sipping his tea. 'No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now. Time hypnotizes. When you're nine, you think you've always been nine years old and will always be. When you're thirty, it seems you've always been balanced there on that bright rim of middle life. And then when you turn seventy, you are always and forever seventy. You're in the present, you're trapped in a young now or an old now, but there is no other now to be seen.”

“When we were young his hands had been soft but now they were a man's hands, with rough palms and coarse fingertips, but they were still as careful as ever.”

“There are so many people put there who will tell you that you can't. What you've got to do is turn around and say "Watch me.”

“You can't put your feet on the ground until you've touched the sky.”

“You can't get back what you've lost, What's important now is "What is it that you still have. —Jimbei”