“I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?”

“He'd missed matching wits with her. "Shall we duel with our lips?" "You may find yourself eating grass for breakfast.”

“I shall live forever and ever and ever ' he cried grandly. 'I shall find out thousands and thousands of things. I shall find out about people and creatures and everything that grows - like Dickon - and I shall never stop making Magic. I'm well I'm well”

“Perhaps what is inexpressible (what I find mysterious and am not able to express) is the background against which whatever I could express has its meaning.”

“Repeat after me, there are the living and the dead, there are day-folk and night-folk, there are ghouls and mist-walkers, there are high hunters and the Hounds of God. Also, there are solitary types.""What are you?" asked Bod."I," she said sternly, "am Miss Lupescu.""And what is Silas?"She hesitated. Then she said, "He is a solitary type.”

“People say I am ruthless. I am not ruthless. And if I find the man who is calling me ruthless, I shall destroy him.”