“And now, if you have anything more to ask, I can't think how you can manage it, for I've never heard anyone tell more of the story of the world. Make what use of it you can.”

“Obłęd i szał, rozczarowanie i żal,Siądź tu, a opowiem tobie o męce tęsknotyI zdwojonym bólu.”

“But Loki's relations with Svadilfari were such that a while later he gave birth to a colt.”

“To Odin many a soul was driven, to Odin many a rich gift given.”

“Wiem, gdzie jesion stoi, Yggdrasill się zowie,Lśniącą wilgotnością pień jego zroszony;Z niego idzie rosa, co w dolinach spada,Koło Urs studni wciąż zielony stoi.”

“When you look into the faces of these quiet creatures who don't know how to tell stories--who are mute, who can't make themselves heard, who fade into the woodwork, who only think of the perfect answer after the fact, after they're back at home, who can never think of a story that anyone else will find interesting--is there not more depth and more meaning in them? You can see every letter of every untold story swimming on their faces, and all the signs of silence, dejection, and even defeat. You can even imagine your own face in those faces, can't you?”

“How can you tell when a piece is finished?'I asked.'You can't,' he said flatly. 'All you can tell is when you can't do any more to it. And then you need to stop because if you don't, you will spoil it.”