“An unread book does nobody any good. Stories happen in the mind of a reader, not among symbols printed on a page.”

Running toward danger is foolhardy. … But so is closing your eyes to it. Many perils become less dangerous once you understand their potential hazards.

…even misplaced faith can help us gain knowledge. We try to be smart about where we put our faith and we adjust as we learn more.

Then she imagined Hal giving a rousing eulogy at her funeral explaining how Kendra’s death was a beautiful sacrifice allowing the noble zombies to live on delighting future generations by mindlessly trying to eat them. With her luck it could totally happen.

For each of us destiny is a blend of potential, circumstances, and choices.

We all posses different gifts and abilities. How we use those gifts determines who we are.

You look tired,” Rachel told Jason. “I wish I could jog and sleep at the same time.” “Can’t you?” Ferrin asked, joining them at the little cascade. “I always imagined that you could sleep rolling down a mountainside in a barrel.” “I probably could today,” Jason conceded.

I am so old, I entered engineering school with a slide rule. And I left engineering school with a calculator. I can still use a slide rule but it’s not a skill you especially need anymore.

I don’t know how you’re standing here. Yet you haven’t broken. Not where it matters. Having come this far, I’m not sure you can be broken.

Don’t let the brownies bite.

The love of reading can be contagious.

Jason glanced at the creature. It remained the same distance away as before, still as a statue. “What do you want?” Jason asked. No answer. “Are you the thing that followed Tark?

There was a show in which these scientists shared the secrets of the world’s oldest living people, people still functioning past 100 years-old.

Faith isn’t knowledge, Rachel. Faith is a tool. Faith keeps us going until we get the knowledge. Faith keeps us striving until we reach the consequences of our most important decisions.

….there is a difference between hearing and listening. You can’t always help what you hear. But you can control what holds your interest, what you choose to dwell on.

Ew, sicko. I was practicing Edomic.” “Sure you were,” Jason said. “You’re just too embarrassed to admit you were playing hide-and-seek all alone. Rachel hiding, nobody seeking.

Seth put his ear against the door. “I can’t hear anything.” “There are probably ten of them patiently waiting on the far side, ready to pounce.” Brownies are shrimps.

Books that took place in faraway places and times. Stories with costumes

I think the world should be represented on television and for the longest its been limited.

Honestly, being a part of any worthy life story is a goal of mine.

If we had time and no money, living by our wits, what story would you tell?

“What do we want from each other/ after we have told our stories?” Where do we go to explore our stake with others in such a society?

And the Bible is not primarily a book of history. It is “His story,” the story of God.

Moments are history. If you have enough of them, they become a story.

A library is a home filled with our stories.