“He was there for you, and yet at the same time he was inaccessible. You felt there was a secret core in him that could never be penetrated, a mysterious center of hiddenness. To imitate him was somehow to participate in that mystery, but it was also to understand that you could never really know him.”

“This creature is the Pooka. Pay no mind to the shape he wears, for he’s none of his own, and no soul either. Ware him ever, trust him never, but when the wind’s right he has his uses. Never forget that you will never know him. The Pooka’s mystery even to the Pooka.”

“He did know: he knew her right away, and he felt known by her, and that was where the trouble really began...She could have been exotic or worldly or a Valkyrie and it would have meant nothing to him. But that Alice saw him―that was a feeling Amos had never experienced before, and it felt like a revelation and also like a virus.”

“God didn't give us minds to be able to understand everything. That's part of the mystery. Now, you can drive yourself crazy tryin' to understand something you were never meant to figure out down here, or you can just trust Him 'til He's ready to let you in on it. 'Til then, just enjoy the mystery.”

“The man who is an initiate of one of the great Mystery Schools never fears to let his pupils outdistance him, because he knows that it stands him in good stead with his superiors if he is constantly sending up to them aspirants who 'make good.' He therefore never tries to hold back a promising pupil, because he has no need to fear that pupil, if allowed to penetrate into the Mysteries, would spy out the nakedness of the land; he will rather bring back a report of its exceeding richness, and thereby confirm the statements of his teacher and spur his fellow pupils to yet greater eagerness.”

“They were alike, and yet they were totally oppositein the way they viewed the world. He viewed it as it was. Itwas a dark place, always holding itself into the shadows.She saw the beauty that no one else could ever have seen inthe darkness. It was to be said that she both saved anddestroyed him. She was the essence of him and yet she,beautiful sad eyed angel that she was, was also hisdestruction all at the same time. He could be a downrightwretch of a man, yet she took it into herself, and never saida word, but to love him. It was the love that broke him.”