You told me love was fickle and fleeting.

This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.

I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held.

I have absurdly vivid dreams.

The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.

Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case.

People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.

Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

Tarot is just stories on cards.

Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.

Love is fickle and fleeting," Tsukiko continues. "It is rarely a solid foundation for decisions to be made upon, in any game.

Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.

There is nothing sadder than the cheerful letters of the dead, expressing hopes that were never fulfilled, ambitions that were never achieved, dreams cut off before they could come to fruition.

Around the property I have here, I'm about to put an all weather race track. I'm about to build stables. I'm about to ship over a couple of my thoroughbreds from England.

...in my head, a person who was out walking and walking in the dark comes to a little house with a light on. Waits at the door for a moment, and then goes in finds such a welcome that she stays.

The emptiness of play is when there is no self present. There is no one playing - there is only play itself taking place, perfect fluid motion.

A gamester, as such, is the cool, calculating, essential spirit of concentrated, avaricious selfishness.

At the end of the day, you won't be happy until you love yourself.

Women are the simple, and poets the superior, artisans of language... the intervention of grammarians is almost always bad.

The only good thing about playing in Cleveland is you don't have to make road trips there.

I pay my own bills. I feel my own pain.