Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.

The sound of the king's music made Despereaux's soul grow large and light inside of him.

And hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

There ain't no point in making soup unless others eat it. Soup needs another mouth to taste it, another heart to be warmed by it.

The world is dark, and light is precious.Come closer, dear reader.You must trust me.I am telling you a story.

Despereaux was reading the story out loud to himself. He was reading from the beginning so that he could get to the end...

The April sun, weak but determined, shone through a castle window and from there squeezed itself through a small hole in the wall and placed one golden finger on the little mouse.

Once upon a time, " he said out loud to the darkness. He said these words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him.

Stories are light.

Desperaux, " she said. He saw his name on her lips."I honor you, " whispered Desperaux. "I honor you.

When you close your eyes and you feel the color, that is when you know that love has entered your heart.

How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more.

If one talks to more than four people, it is an audience; and one cannot really think or exchange thoughts with an audience.

Once in a while you start having second thoughts, then you read a letter from someone that lifts your spirits so much - it really makes a huge difference. I love reading them.

Animals we are, and animals we remain, and the path to our regeneration and happiness, if there be such a path, lies through our animal nature.

Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.

Friendship is like love at its best; not blind but sympathetically all-seeing; a support which does not wait for understanding; an act of faith which does not need, but always has, reason.

Access by kids to the Internet should be like kids breathing clean air.

We can only know others by ourselves.

We are the echo of the future.