I Feel A Whole Country Growing Inside

You Pile Of Stones, You Waste, You Desolation, I'll Stuff You With Misery Till It Comes Out Of Your Eyes. I'll Change Your Heart Into Green Grass, And All You Love Into A Sheep. I'll Turn You Into A Bad Poet With Dreams.

The Lady Amalthea Beckoned, And The Cat Wriggled All Over, Like A Dog, But He Would Not Come Near... She Was Offering Her Open Palm To The Crook-eared Cat, But He Stayed Where He Was, Shivering With The Desire To Go To Her"...[later, Molly Asked The Cat] "why Were You Afraid To Let Her Touch You? I Saw You. You Were Afraid Of Her." "if She Had Touched Me," He Said Very Softly, "i Would Have Been Hers And Not My Own, Not Ever Again. I Wanted Her To Touch Me But I Could Not Let Her. No Cat Will... The Price Is More Than A Cat Can Pay.

Real Magic Can Never Be Made By Offering Someone Else's Liver. You Must Tear Out Your Own, And Not Expect To Get It Back.

But I Must Go On," Said The Lady Amalthea, "for It Is Never Finished. Even When I Wake, I Cannot Tell What Is Real, And What I Am Dreaming As I Move And Speak And Eat My Dinner. I Remember What Cannot Have Happened, And Forget Something That Is Happening To Me Know. People Look At Me As Though I Should Know Them, And I Do Know Them In The Dream, And Always The Fire Draws Me Nearer, Though I Am Awake—

Lir Said, "it Is My Right. A Hero Is Entitled To His Happy Ending, When It Comes At Last." But Schmendrick Answered, "this Is Not The End, Either For You Or For Her.