She'd survived the outside. She'd survived the Aether and cannibals and wolves. She knew how to love now, and how to let go. Whatever came next, she would survive it, too

Because people are more than emotions. People have thoughts and reasons for doing things.

If there was no fear, how could there be comfort? Or courage?

And it's always better, isn't it, when you discover answers on your own?

Fall off your own roof.

She’d fallen into a deep silence once, when the sun appeared, and it was then he’d wondered most what she was thinking.

His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal’s armpit.

Her hand holding his for a dozen paces. His, resting on the small of her back for a moment. Touches that had no real purpose but to say I’m here and We are together still.

Without thinking, he reached for her hand. Tucked it against her chest, feeling that was where it should be. Perry's heart slammed against his ribs. She had to feel it.

She found it curious and frightening that she could deeply dislike someone she didn’t even know. It wasn’t her. At least, it wasn’t how she used to be.

She absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past days. All of it, filling her up like the first breath she'd ever taken. And never had she loved life more.

Experience has taught me a lot, and I don't want to let that fall by the wayside.

Every time one person becomes peaceful in their own life, it changes the world.

I'm not thick-skinned at all, and of course I'm hurt by people attacking me as a person.

It's a very serious endeavor for me [to play in the same movie with my son]. It's not for a lot of people. It was a wonderful job. I've wanted to do it since I can remember.

I really think you stare at yourself and you see things.

When you're a kid, Kermit is Tom Hanks. He's Tom Hanks for kids or Jimmy Stewart for kids. He's truly the every man.

I can pray better when I'm comfortable.

I was always frightened by taverns. They just seemed like very unpleasant places to go.

here and there in the barrios and the favelas, among those who have least, beat hearts of hope, fly sparks of Overcoming.

What we feel is not based on our experience, but on our INTERPRETATION of experiences.