If he didn’t care about you, you couldn’t upset him, ” Liza tells Bod.

Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.

Nearly' only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades.

You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.

If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.

Really, he thought, if you couldn't trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?

If you, as a parent, raise your children well, they won't need you anymore. If you did it properly, they go away.

If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.

Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead.

Leave no path untaken.

Die, die we all pass away, But don't wear a frown coz it's really okay, And you might try to hide, And you might try to pray, But we all end up remains of the day.

For what can the damned really have to say to the damned?

In a gentle way, you can shake the world

There is only one passion, the passion for happiness.

The only people we can think of as normal are those we don't yet know very well.

Memory inevitably romanticizes, pressing reality to recede like pain.

we never know the blessings bestowed on us until we are separated from the possession of them.

The written word has this advantage, that it lasts and can await the time when it is allowed to take effect.

Progress is man's indifference to the lessons of history.

I'm probably not going to get married unless I live with somebody for 10 or 20 years. But these people, Romeo and Juliet, took a chance and they did it. We don't have the balls that Romeo did.