Nikki

“I couldn’t weep here, any more than I could hope. Of course he couldn’t stay: and much as I wanted him by me, I wanted even more that my friend have what he wanted for himself.”
― John Crowley, Ka: Dar Oakley in the Ruin of Ymr

“Lancelot was following, slowly, on the dark and narrow path. All about him and from high above, the mighty trees of Pendaran Wood were letting fall their green leaves, gently, on a night in the midst of summer, to honour the passage of the man.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Fionavar Tapestry

“After that he had more or less stopped reading. You could not trust fiction. What good were books, if they couldn’t protect you from something like that?”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Stories were the way People lived. Like paths, they could be traveled in any direction, yet always ran from beginning to end.”
― John Crowley, Ka: Dar Oakley in the Ruin of Ymr