“I asked myself, 'What would Branwen do in these circumstances?'" He smiled. "The answer came very easily." "Then perhaps such questions are better left unasked," retorted Branwen.”

“His mind reeled. Now, empowered to ask questions of utmost rudeness-and promised answers-he could, conceivably (though it was almost unimaginable), ask someone, some adult, his father perhaps: "Do you lie?"But he would have no way of knowing if the answer he received was true.”

“Everyday I asked a question to myself.... Is that what you want? And the answer comes... NO, this is what the god wants.And i still dont have the answer....”

“Although Branwen had no patience for dry lists of names and dates, she had always loved the thrilling tales of the old wars that were told and retold around the hearth in the Great Hall of Garth Milain.”

“He must be very ignorant for he answers every question he is asked.”

“I remember asking John, after Dusklands, what new project he had on the go. His answer was vague. 'There is always something or the other I am working on', he said. 'If I yield to the seduction of not working, what would I do with myself? What would there be to live for? I would have to shoot myself.”