“Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.”

I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than that. They just were.

Rule number one: Don’t fuck with librarians.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

An Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it’s done. It’s that easy, and that hard.

Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.

Books were safer than other people anyway.

What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?

I would like to see anyone, prophet, king, or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.

You don’t get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.

Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.

I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.