Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead.

“Really, he thought, if you couldn't trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who …”

“If ever you get to be my age," said the old woman, "you will know all there is …”

“You were her way here, and it's a dangerous thing to be a door.”

“Even nothing cannot last forever.”