I think that old magic draws much of its strength from that acknowledgment: that we are a part of that world.

Humans could never accept the world as it was and live in it. They were always breaking it and living amongst the shattered pieces.

The world had to change and for some reason the prosperity of men always results in them taking ever more from wild creatures and places.

...there was no point in sighing after what I could not have. It only distracted me from what I did have.

...it's strange, isn't it, how you don't know how big a part of you someone is until they're threatened? And then you think you can't possibly go on if something happens to them, but the most frightening part is that, actually, you will go on, you'll have to go on, with them or without them. There's just no telling what you'll become

There are always choices. But sometimes there are no good ones.