It's never too soon to worry. Worry spurs preparation.

He'd sooner die trying to hold the world on his shoulders than running away. Better always to run toward. And so he did.

Don't look at me like that, " said Ruza."Like what?""Like I'm a beautiful book you're about to open and plunder with your greedy mad eyes.

...but one can't be irredeemable who shows reverence for books.

On the occasions that he did look up from the page, he would seem as though he were awakening from a dream.

He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about.

It was a different life out here, but make no mistake: Lazlo was every bit the dreamer he had always been, if not more. He might have left his books, but he carried all his stories with him.

Even if it was just walls and a roof with papers inside, it had bewitched him, and drawn him in, and given him everything he needed to become himself.

It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.

If you're afraid of your own dreams, you're welcome here in mine.

I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar.

Despite everything - your lies, your wounds, I cannot help but love you. I'm helpless against it.

I only had the right to sit in the shadows of the world, in complete silence. Whether I was laughed at, or told I was discusting, or thought of as unpleasant I would sit in the shadows.

If you start to revise before you've reached the end, you're likely to begin dawdling with the revisions and putting off the difficult task of writing.

I work to stay alive.

Magnus wants to shout at me, don’t you, Magnus?” (Jace) “Yes,” Magnus said, tearing his eyes away from Alec long enough to scowl. -pg.275-

I think that music at inappropriate times with inappropriate volumes can be the funniest thing ever.

To insult someone we call him 'bestial. For deliberate cruelty and nature, 'human' might be the greater insult.

If you don't ask, you don't get it

When babies listen, what they're doing is taking statistics on the language that they hear.

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.