Once everyone thought you were crazy, they ignored you even when you told the truth.

Maybe [aliens] have been in our lives a lot longer than we want to admit. People have always seen strange things—elves and fairies—and now we don't. Now we see them, right?

If I can alter my perception of the reality, I can change the reality itself.

If you get enough people believing one thing, it's like reality bends itself to allow that to exist.

They were once fairies and elves. Now they are creatures from beyond the stars because you no longer believe in anything but humans.

The stars glittered through the atmosphere, and he thought of the distances that light must take to hit his eye at exactly that moment. Without him here, those photons would have been wasted.

Please do not say magic like you are discussing a bowel movement... Humanity expects the lights, so they are provided.

You have to surrender yourself to the experience.

Within you, within all human beings, is a seed of greatness that makes their kind quake with fear.

We're not mad, " he began, meaning he was. He was always a plural when mad, as though grammatically throwing his lot in with her mother gave him the power of her authority.

She resented a universe that forced her to fabricate cover stories for its more inexplicable vagaries.

Summer arrives with the morning sun.Beach time breezes in with endless fun.

(On seeing a former lover for the first time in years) I thought I told you to wait in the car.

The existence of the EPA regulation will require large carbon polluters to look at their hole cards, and some of them have decided that they much prefer legislation.

Among peoples who are geographically grouped together like the peoples of Europe there must exist a sort of federal link. It is this link which I wish to endeavour to establish.

There's no law that says anybody has to do an interview.

They called me a 'rapist' and a 'recluse.' I'm not a recluse.

I want to be a role model and I want to show kids that you can be strong and overcome adversity.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

Is is seldom possible to say of the medievals that they *always* did one thing and *never* another; they were marvelously inconsistent.

Better a fallen rocket than never a burst of light.