Small as a pea. Wider than the sea. This is where you and I came to be.

We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses.

The happiness in our hearts is there for we dare to dream in light when the world tells us to scream in the darkness.

Love is the reason why, even in suffering, we smile.

All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.

For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.

The marriage bond is more than a civil contract. It is a reward for loving well.

There will always be trouble so there will always be a time for heroes

Where are you, oh heart, which I loved from the start? Did you ever arrive? How long must we stay apart?

Through all people, the Music of Love would pour, bringing light to the swords that sped through the darkness. And the light of their blades would lead the constellations to their destination.

We must only believe.

And you thought there was only one exit door...

A young dog's faith is absolute... Dogs are notorious for hope. Dogs believe that this morning, this very morning, may begin a day of fascination, easily grander than any day in the past.

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

We respond to a drama to that extent to which it corresponds to our dream life.

In these early games you're focused on your performance. Just coming out and playing hard. There's not a lot you can do in terms of preparing and in terms of scouting.

You become about as exciting as your food blender. The kids come in, look you in the eye, and ask if anybody's home.

Common fluency of speech in many men and most women is owing to a scarcity of matter.

Freedom is no guarantee of anything. It is only defined today by what it is not. What it is takes forms strange and of infinite variety - bizarre as in a masquerade.

The world always seems brighter when you've just made something that wasn't there before.

At the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer-and gold weighed a ton-and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.