“When you reach the little house, the place your journey started,you will recognize it, although it will seemmuch smaller than you remember.Walk up the path, and through the garden gateyou never saw before but once.And then go home. Or make a home.And rest.”

“There was a smile dancing on his lips, although it was a wary smile, for the world is a bigger place than a little graveyard on a hill; and there would be dangers in it and mysteries, new friends to make, old friends to rediscover, mistakes to be made and many paths to be walked before he would, finally, return to the graveyard or ride with the Lady on the broad back of her great grey stallion.”

“Sometimes I think that the truth is a place. In my mind, it is like a city: there can be a hundred roads, a thousand paths, that will all take you, eventually, to the same place. It does not matter where you come from. If you walk towards truth, you will reach it, whatever path you take.”

“Do you know why I stopped being Delight, my brother? I do. There are things not in your book. There are paths outside this garden.”

“Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times.”

“Death’s a funny thing. I used to think it was a big, sudden thing, like a huge owl that would swoop down out of the night and carry you off. I don’t anymore. I think it’s a slow thing. Like a thief who comes to your house day after day, taking a little thing here and a little thing there, and one day you walk round your house and there’s nothing there to keep you, nothing to make you want to stay. And then you lie down and shut up forever. Lots of little deaths until the last big one.”

“It does not matter where you come from, if you walk toward the truth you will reach it, whatever path you take.”