a few strands

The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about:
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace! the charm's wound up.

--Macbeth I.iii (just before the entrance of Macbeth and Banquo)

There had come into her life with the mystery of the Tarots a new sense of delighted amazement; the Tarots themselves were not more marvellous than the ordinary people she had so long unintelligently known. By the slightest vibration of the light in which she saw the world she saw it all differently; holy and beautiful, if sometimes perplexing and bewildering, went the figures of her knowledge. They were all "posters of the sea and land", and she too, in a dance that was happy if it was frightening. Nothing was certain, but everything was safe–that was part of the mystery of Love. She was upon a mission, but whether she succeeded or not didn't matter. Nothering mattered beyond the full moment in which she could live to her utmost in the power and according to the laws of the dance.

--Charles Williams, The Greater Trumps, ch. 14 (first published 1932)

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilization—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.

--C.S. Lewis, "The Weight of Glory" (first published 1941)

"Then he isn't safe?" said Lucy. "Safe?" said Mr. Beaver; "don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you."

--C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (first published 1950)