Book: Stardust

“So you choke on them, if you don’t take revenge on the vile bitch who cut my throat,” Primus replied, and his voice sounded like the chirping of mountain birds, waking up and greeting the new day.

The young man unconsciously fingered the wet hair stars. He sat and wondered, why it took him so long to realize that he loves her. He asked about it and she called him an idiot, and he declared that no man never heard from the lady words more beautiful.

- Hurt? - asked the girl.
Yeah. To be honest, very.
- Well, - contentedly said Yvaine.

Too ignorant to be afraid, and too young to fear.

Awkward, lanky creature with great potential, he was a keg of dynamite, waiting that one day someone or something will light the fuse...

He was painfully shy, which many painfully shy people compensated for the excessive noise at the most inopportune moments.

But today's youth is lazy, the same ardor and perseverance almost nothing in common with the vigorous and aggressive youth of former times...

If you look close enough, the black not so black and white is not so white.

I'm going to scream, and at the bottom you won't find anyone than I say nothing, and then it turns out that at that moment there was someone there and could hear us.

... I owe a great debt to hope Mirrlees, Lord DANCENY, James Strumming Cabell and C. S. Lewis, where they now are: they have shown me that fairy tales can be to write for adults.

Her beauty was not one broken heart.

But there's so much unknown... People with whom we are not acquainted, beautiful views... Not to mention the evil that remains unpunished, and all manner of villains...

Out of nowhere she knew that such moments are rare. Moments when you feel alive; you feel how the air fills your lungs like wet grass tickles her feet, feel the touch of the fabric to the skin. In such moments neither the past nor the future are irrelevant, only the present exist.

Every love is insane and soul - poet.