“Wanderess, Wanderess, weave us a story of seduction and ruse. Heroic be the Wanderess, the world be her muse.”
“Oh her deathbed, when her hands could no longer weave or paint or mold clay, she'd told stories and filled them with the colors she loved.”
“We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.”
“We all of us have our particular devil who ruses us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.”
“Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story”
“The loveliest Muse in the world does not feed her owner; these girls make fine mistresses but terrible wives”