Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom, eh, Dreamlord? The freedom to leave.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Be grateful for what you already have while you pursue your goals.

If you have good friends, no matter how much life is sucking, they can make you laugh.

One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is to have a happy childhood.

Knowledge is truthful only if it’s based in morality.

Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.

Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance; but revelry is the same flower, when rank and running to seed.

That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly.

Conversion is a very, very important part of what you are doing. We will have a responsibility to report to Heavenly Father regarding those we bring into the Church.

Truth [is] what is better for us to believe.

I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.