She may have been the one whose name meant music, but his sounded like it. Saying it made her want to sing it, to lean out a window and call him home. To whisper it in the dark.

She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.

I know it's not easy for you, living this life, but try to remember, always try to remember, you're not the only one with troubles.

Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

...something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.

Did you know that mako shark fetuses eat each other in the womb?... Its true. Only cannibal fetuses survive to be born. Can you imagine if people were like that?

And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.

And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.

Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic.

My tiny scary friend is coming

There are many hostelries in his report, which is the true account of an expedition.

When God closes a door He does not always open a window. Sometimes He wants you to sit in the quiet darkness while He transforms your fear into trust. How long that takes, is often up to you!

The more I traveled the more I realized that fear makes strangers of people who should be friends.

Study and work and work and study will keep in active exercise both the physical and mental. These two, rightly conducted, will not war against each other.

The only people who attain power are those who crave it.

Once you've got a bull terrier, you never want another dog. I've got six bull terriers, a rottweiler and a bulldog.

You don't have to deal with anyone in America. They accept you the way you are.

The secret is not to act, but to be.

The way up is a staircase. The way down is a cliff.

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.