But he knew now...

"But he knew now that those who questioned, those who took it all apart trying to find out what it was and what made it tick... they lost out in the end. The magic would always elude them. The mystery would only deepen. Because if it lost its secret, it just wouldn't be the mystery anymore. It would rob the experience of its potency. All you'd have left would be dry dust and the voices of men discussing what it was all about. The quiet, the music, the magic would be gone." -Charles de Lint; Greenmantle

And I never can again...

"And I never can again be free / For you are in my music / And the music's all of me." -Tanya Huff; Gate of Darkness, Circle of Light

She felt no panic...

"She felt no panic, only a singing in her blood and a moment of helpless stuggle, as she snatched in vain at a long-lost image, too precious to forget, too magical to remember." -Jan Siegel; Prospero's Children

Use what music you have...

"Use what music you have; the woods would have little music if no birds sang their song except those who sang best." -Unknown

What you do with a song...

"What you do with a song, nobody else can do. You become the song." -Artie Shaw to Judy Garland