Atreyu was fighting not for himself, but for his friend, whom he was trying to save by defeating him.

You must let what happens happen. Everything must be equal in your eyes, good and evil, beautiful and ugly, foolish and wise.

There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.

Nothing is lost. . .Everything is transformed.

Maybe all the people who say ghosts don't exist are just afraid to admit that they do.

What he had hoped for was his ruin and what he had feared his salvation.

He's a good old sort. If only he weren't plumb crazy!

It was a wonderful feeling, a sense of release and boundless freedom that he had never known before. He was beyond the reach of all the things that had weighed him down and hemmed him in.

... Up until then he had always wanted to be someone other than he was, but he didn't want to change.

The human world is full of weak-minded people, who think they're as clever as can be and are convinced that it's terribly important to persuade even the children that Fanstastica doesn't exist.

When it comes to controlling human beings there is no better instrument than lies. Because, you see, humans live by beliefs. And beliefs can be manipulated.

Possibility is possible till it becomes Possible

Dullness in matters of government is a good sign, and not a bad one - in particular, dullness in parliamentary government is a test of its excellence, an indication of its success.

I've got to watch myself these days. It's too exciting watching anyone else.

We desperately need each other in the daily fight to follow Christ in a world that's full of sin.

I want to live where I want to live, and I will make films because I love to make films.

Your nature is to keep quiet. You came from silence and you have to return to silence... you are dancing only for a little while you see... a little while you are dancing.

To be a poet did not occur to me. It was indeed a threshold guarded by demons.

It's not enough to have lived. We should be determined to live for something.

But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the who is loved.

It is sometimes very hard to tell the difference between history and the smell of skunk.