Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.

Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique

He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.

Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.

He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.

None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.

And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?

Chloe turned to Vetch. The poet said gently, "You see, you do have power. Words give you power, to create or destroy." His eyes flickered to Clare. "Even to forgive.

All my life I have dreamed of you.

All my years to this moment All my roads to this wall. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. -Songs of Sapphique

Because I have dreams and in those dreams I see the stars

Was he hitting some type of werewolf midlife crisis? First, he'd left Wolf Town, and now he was envisioning a mate. What next? Bird watching? Board games? Retirement homes?

Now faith is the turning of dreams into deeds. It is betting your life on the unseen realities

The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.

Freedom is found through the portals of our nation's libraries.

The best speakers know enough to be scared…the only difference between the pros and the novices is that the pros have trained the butterflies to fly in formation.

One day/ One day I waited for myself/ I said to myself Guillaume it's time you came/ So I could know just who I am/ I who know others.

It is the duty of the Umpire to determine all questions submitted to him according to these laws, when they apply, and according to his best judgment when they do not apply.

The universe is so big, there's so many worlds, there must be one of them or more, something that's alive.

There is no genius free from some tincture of madness

The media builds you up, and then it tears you down.