"“Count yourself lucky,” the potter went on, “that you have understood this now and not spent your years in vain hope. This much have you learned, and no learning is wasted."

“If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.”

“If I do find pride, I'll not find it in what I was or what I am, but what I may become. Not in my birth, but in myself.”

“Evil cannot be conquered by wishing.”

“This is a place of peace," Medwyn said, "and therefore not suitable for men, at least, not yet.”

“The muse in charge of fantasy wears good, sensible shoes.”

““Llonio said life was a net for luck; to Hevydd the Smith life was a forge; and to Dwyvach the Weaver-Woman a loom. They spoke truly, for it is all of these. But you,” Taran said, his eyes meeting the potter’s, “you have shown me life is one thing more. It is clay to be shaped, as raw clay on a potter’s wheel.”