How could children have spotted what everyone else couldn’t?” “Because we haven’t killed off our imaginations, ” Aedan mumbled behind a wrapping of arms and knees.

He could not afford to indulge misery, to live in the past and stumble through life facing backwards.

Aedan had never felt embarrassed about his imagination. Without it there was no magic.

You!' Skeet bellowed.When uttered with just the right tone, this is the universal name for any boy. Accordingly, all heads snapped towards the angry master.

A mystery is so much more exciting than a wrapped up answer...A mystery carries on but an answer just ends.

A mystery is so much more exciting than a wrapped up answer, wouldn’t you say? A mystery carries on but an answer just ends.

If you care about people and you really love them, you should get angry at the things that put them in danger or hurt them.

The confession of ignorance is crucial to the pursuit of knowledge. Another way of putting it is that those who pretend to know never will – they lack the humility to learn.

Are you planning to kiss me?' Aedan asked.'No.' Emroy wrinkled a pimply nose.'Then why are you standing so close?' Aedan's tone was perfect innocence.

Maybe it’s the quiet, ” Aedan resumed. “Let’s me think, or maybe it’s the opposite of normal thinking, more like untangling. I’m comfortable in those spots.

I have never known anyone to win a battle waged against his emotions. When a sentiment hoists his glimmering blade into the air, the battle is lost before it has begun.

Moderate Republicans are reverse Houdinis. They tie themselves up in knots and then tell you they can’t do anything because they’re tied up in knots.

Your imaginings can have as much power over you as your reality, or even more.

I teach metaphysics and pastor a church.

The present condition of fame is merely fashion.

In college, you're kind of designing who you want to be. And I wanted to be a big reader.

And amongst us one, Who most has suffer'd, takes dejectedly His seat upon the intellectual throne.

I wore Nietzsche's eyes. Now that I step back to see, I haven't been me.

Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a fat missionary.

We often ask, "Do we have enough humans?" Because it's always fun to come up with an animal in show, but it begins to feel like overkill.