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

There is something about riding a unicorn, for those people who still can, which is unlike any other experience: exhilarating, and intoxicating, and fine.

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.

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

Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.

Adventures are all very well in their place, but there's a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.

He was painfully shy, which, as is often the manner of the painfully shy, he overcompensated for by being too loud at the wrong times.

There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of un-hatched chicks.

I am the most miserable person who ever lived, " he said... "You are young, and in love, " said Primus. "Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be, ' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony.

Yeah, you and me, we can ride on a starIf you stay with me, girlWe can rule the worldYeah, you and me, we can light up the skyIf you stay by my sideWe can rule the world

To reason with poorly chosen words is like using a pair of scales with inaccurate weights.

Fiddling knobs, touching keys, having fun with a full grown man.

For me, Spotify is not even a necessary evil. It helps me do what I want to do.

The whole point of taking pictures is so that you don't have to explain things with words.

If you leave the smallest corner of your head vacant for a moment, other people's opinions will rush in from all quarters.

Should we be mindful of dreams?" Joseph asked. "Can we interpret them?" The Master looked into his eyes and said tersely: "We should be mindful of everything, for we can interpret everything.

...it is up to us to add labors to labors in order to go from strength to strength (Ps. 83:7), and to come to the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ (Eph. 4:13)?

I've got to relearn what I was supposed to have learned.

I love you is eight letters...then again, so is bullshit.