Unhand my tail!" squealed the Will.

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

It's always better to be doing.

Fear and realisation of ignorance, strong medicines against stupid pride.

There is never one absolutely right thing to do. All you can do is honor what you believe, accept the consequences of your own actions, and make the best out of what happens.

Sometimes it is easier to see the light when you stand partly in the darkness.

I am Abhorsen..." He looked at the baby again and added, almost with a note of surprise, "Father of Sabriel

Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?

I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.

A hundred hundred heartbeats..." whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.

The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.

I don't like to commit myself about Heaven and Hell, you see, I have friends in both places.

The only way not to break a friendship is not to drop it.

As an immigrant, you're constantly thinking about how you're perceived on a community level, and a lot of times it's just on a community level.

As societies become more complex in structure and resources, the need of formal or intentional teaching and learning increases.

Suffer all, and conquer all.

I am only describing language, not explaining anything.

One must always do what one really cannot.

I suppose I really seemed mad, then; but it was only through the awfulness of having said nothing but the truth, and being thought to be deluded.

I will weep no more for the lost, asleep in their water graves.