The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around....

He'd sooner die trying to hold the world on his shoulders than running away. Better always to run toward. And so he did.

Don't look at me like that, " said Ruza."Like what?""Like I'm a beautiful book you're about to open and plunder with your greedy mad eyes.

...but one can't be irredeemable who shows reverence for books.

On the occasions that he did look up from the page, he would seem as though he were awakening from a dream.

He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about.

It was a different life out here, but make no mistake: Lazlo was every bit the dreamer he had always been, if not more. He might have left his books, but he carried all his stories with him.

Even if it was just walls and a roof with papers inside, it had bewitched him, and drawn him in, and given him everything he needed to become himself.

It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.

If you're afraid of your own dreams, you're welcome here in mine.

I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar.

Never rebel for the sake of rebelling, but always rebel for the sake of truth.

Gravity disappears again, and we rise up off the floor like spooks from a grave. It's like the Rapture in here every thirty seconds.

What we strive for, ultimately, is love. You won't find real love because you're beautiful on the outside. It is drawn to inner beauty. Spend your energy crafting that, and you will know true love.

With your life, you are writing the history of the universe.

Only the framing material, " Lucas demurely, "obvious influences, Neo-Tokyo from Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Metal Gear Solid by Hideo Kojima, or as he's known in my crib, God.

Fragrance for me is never after or only, it's everything. I am a fragrance connoisseur.

There now ensued a series of incidents which transported me to the opposite extremes of ecstasy and horror; incidents which I tremble to recall and dare not seek to interpret.

There's not a rocket scientist, not a doctor, not an accountant that 30 years in goes, "Oh, now I'm getting it. Now I can't wait to get back out there because I'm better than ever."

It has been a long trip," said Milo, climbing onto the couch where the princesses sat; "but we would have been here much sooner if I hadn't made so many mistakes. I'm afraid it's all my fault.

Don't let yesterday use up too much of today.