Labyrinth: A Novel Based on the Jim Henson Film

Just fear me and love me...and do as I say...and I will be your slave.

Everything. I have done everything you wanted...You asked that the child be taken. I took him. You cowered before me. I was frightening...I have reordered time...I have turned the world upside down...And I have done it all for you. I am exhausted from living up to your expectations.

An owl is born with all his questions answered.

Nothing was fair. If you expected fairness, you would be forever disappointed.

Sarah took a deep breath and set off along the passageway again. A clump of lichen on the gatepost opened its eyes and watched her go. The eyes, on tendrils, had an anxious look, and when she had gone some distance away the clump, swiveling its eyes toward each other, commenced to gossip among itself. Most of it disapproved of the direction she had taken. You could tell that from the way the eyes looked meaningfully into each other. Lichen knows about directions.

You are cruel, Sarah. We are well matched, you and I. I need your cruelty, just as you need mine.

She wondered what was the point of doing anything. She might as well go this way, or that, or stand still, or cry. Maybe just havin' yourself a good time was the best anyone could hope for.

Quite often, young lady, it seems we're not getting anywhere, when in fact we are.

Sometimes," the Wise Man observed, "to need is...to let go.

Everything altered. The room was the same as it had always been, night and morning, day after day for as long as Sarah could remember, but she was seeing it with new eyes. It was all fabricated from pieces of scrap, everything was rubbish, relics. All her things, the furniture, even the walls, the whole room was a garbage heap, a dead shrine to a spirit that had fled.

Then you will find what you want only as long as you stay in your dream. Once abandon it, and you are at the mercy of other people's dreams. They will make of you what they want you to be. Forget them, Sarah, trust to your dream.

Las cosas no siempre son lo que parecen, ya sabes, no aquí

Con bastante frecuencia, jovencita, parece que no llegamos a ninguna parte, cuando de hecho ya estamos allí.

¿Acaso no buscamos algo todos? Pero antes tenemos que mantener los ojos bien abiertos, si es que vamos a encontrar alguna cosa.