Innocence ain't all it's cracked up to be, you know. Innocent little kids rip the wings off flies, because they don't know any better. That's innocence.

Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.

I know you’ll probably think it superstitious nonsense, Maggie, but I’m going to ask Oskan to perform…” Thirrin shrugged her shoulders as she struggled to find the right word, “something…a ceremony of some sort before we go into the trees. Something that’ll help the people believe they’re protected in some way.”

“On the contrary, Madam, I agree with the idea,” Maggiore answered and smiled. “It’s wise to use everything you can to keep the citizens calm. I’ll be there chanting whatever you want and waving around as much incense as you think necessary.

In their innocence, very young children know themselves to be light and love. If we will allow them, they can teach us to see ourselves the same way.

I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

He has maintained his innocence.