Dearly beloved – dearly revered – dearly discovered – dearly feared – all present – all powerful – all knowing – all from the taste of tea.

Clarity in my cup. Transparency of my soul. Lucidity of myself. Elixir of the ages. Tea makes us all sages.

I liked things better when I didn't understand them.

Saint Melor’s father was Saint Meliau.”“Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?”“Everyone who didn’t murder anyone, maybe, ” Perrotte said.

That is the strangeness of language: it crosses the boundaries of the body, is at once inside and outside, and it sometimes happens that we don't notice the threshold has been crossed.

If I ever said in grief or pride I tired of honest things I lied.

A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer and attempting a task he cannot achieve.

Never chase a lie. Let it alone, and it will run itself to death. I can work out a good character much faster than anyone can lie me out of it

The freedom that I wanted as a kid would - probably would not have been good for me and not in the way in which I wanted it.

A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all the other virtues. [Lat., Gratus animus est una virtus non solum maxima, sed etiam mater virtutum onmium reliquarum.]

We may not always finish what we start but God always finishes what He starts.

Magic is older than writing. So nobody knows how it started.