"See the thing is, I’m tired. Tired of all the pain I hear and see and feel. Tired of being on the road, of having nobody I can call a friend to walk beside me. Tired of people being so damn ugly to each other. It gets to be like broken bottles in my head, grinding away against each other. I’m tired all the time. Tired of trying to help and just making things worse. Tired of lonesome dark. But mostly I’m tired of the hurt and pain. There’s too much of it and I can’t stop it. I can’t even bear to look at it anymore."
Someplace To Be Flying, Charles de Lint, Page 288
"I do know that the gardens of the first lands are still lying there, right under the skin of the world—pulsing the way our heartbeat drums under our own skin. And I believe that there’s a connection between everything that gives some people a deep and abiding affinity to a certain kind of place or creature."
Charles de Lint, Someplace to be Flying, Page 119
"…but now I saw plainly it was not my words they noted—it was this fairy face. The dark alchemy of this face turns all my gentle human emotions into fierce fairy vices."
Susanna Clarke, Mr. Simonelli and the Fairy Widower, from Happily Ever After…, an anthology
"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."