A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

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

There are so many mistakes you can learn only by making them yourself. There is no substitute for experience.

A marvelous feeling -- that you love someone deeply -- and in turn, that person loves you back so sincerely.

This image of herself as a not ordinary women, an image which was trembling now in his eyes, might suddenly disappear. Nothing more difficult to live up to than men's dreams.

There is no form of prose more difficult to understand and more tedious to read than the average scientific paper.

I'll always say my prayers...and if God doesn't answer them at once I shall know it's because He's planning something better for me.

I believe that prayer is our powerful contact with the greatest force in the universe.

Poverty, therefore, was comparative. One measured it by a sliding scale. One was always poor, in terms of those who were richer.

It is a hard matter, my fellow citizens, to argue with the belly, since it has no ears.

Learning to love unselfishly is not an easy task. It runs counter to our self-centered nature.

Believe the unbelievable, dream the impossible, never take no for an answer.