Francia don’t look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.

There's hope at the bottom of the biggest waterfall." ~pg 426

Choices may be unbelievably hard but they're never impossible. To say you have no choice is to release yourself from responsibility and that's not how a person with integrity acts.

Librarians are tour-guides for all of knowledge.

Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.

To say you have no choice is to relieve yourself of responsibility.

A book… it’s a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.

I was a hugely unchaperoned reader, and I would wander into my local public library and there sat the world, waiting for me to look at it, to find out about it, to discover who I might be inside it.

We are the choices we make.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

... a good idea always attracts other good ideas.

Raw anguish slithers through my brittle bones as the deathly call rots the air. Who murdered you old friend? The forest has no words to identify the hand, only erratic echo.

You need to relax and be yourself, not whoever it is you’re trying to be in your mad little head. I bloody don’t, though. I’m me and I’m good at it.

But then with me the horrid doubt always arises whether the convictions of man's mind, which has been developed from the mind of the lower animals, are of any value or at all trustworthy.

I come alive, in front of the mirror, skipping and dancing and acting the fool. Dance is both escape and excitement.

China, slavishly dedicated to ancient scholars, incapable of generating within herself sufficient rulers to continue, without bloodshed, a nation.

[M]en will be free no longer then while they remain virtuous.

I got most of my style from people around me who I knew personally.

I was a sports fan, but I also went to peace marches.

We wore our safety pins on the inside of our clothes.

Even a genius has his questions.