Every step begins a journey, and this one is for us.

Well, I'm more lopsided than a one-legged badger.

Silverstream: You idiot!!! What are you doing in my territory??? Graystripe:...Drowning? Silverstream: Can't you do that in your own territory? Graystripe: Ah, but who would rescue me there?

We all have our flaws. But we overcome them. And sometimes, it's our flaws that make us who we are.

"Welcome to our camp!" Blackstar called, beckoning them with his tail. "Rest here and take your pick of the fresh-kill pile." "Who are you and what have you done with Blackstar?" Lionblaze muttered.

Think you have nine lives, do you? I saved you once.... don't make me save you again.

It's coming, a battle between Starclan and The Dark Forest and every warrior will be called upon to fight.

Keep your eyes open, Fireheart. Keep your ears pricked. Keep looking behind you. Because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be crowfood.

You're a medicine cat. I understand what that means now. StarClan go with you, Leafpool. I'll never forget you.

He was desperate to tell his news to some other cat; he almost felt that if a mouse crossed his path he would stop to inform it that it was about to be eaten by a ThunderClan deputy.

You're going to find Tigerstar. Against that fiend, every cat is helpless.

There are two things that grant a bit of immortality: books and children

He wondered if anyone really ever changed, or if stuff just piled on and on, covering up, but never erasing all the different parts. How deep would you have to dig to find who you started out as?

A great affliction of all Philistines is that idealities afford them no entertainment, but to escape from boredom they are always in need of realities.

Accepting that your imperfections and so-called negative attributes are part of what makes you unique will help you to stop continually trying to be someone or something that you are not.

Man is a physical and spiritual epitome of the Universe.

If you can recognize illusion as illusion, it dissolves. The recognition of illusion is also its ending. Its survival depends on your mistaking it for reality.

Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.

I couldn't be sufficiently interested in human beings to be a writer if I had contempt for human beings.

But, when I was about thirteen, I began to sort of sing in my neighborhood.

All I ever intended was to make a living at what I do. Everything I've achieved since then is above and beyond.