There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him drenched, with empty arms.

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.

His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.

We must believe in free will. We have no choice.

He rubbed his head again. 'Five years is longer than it sounds. So much longer.

I know i am touching the living body of Christ in the broken bodies of the hungry and the suffering.

We're famous" iggy whispered so low that Fang could barely hear him."So's Swine Flu" Fang whispered back.

Nothing is more dangerous than a friend without discretion; even a prudent enemy is preferable.

But once you throw a stone, there are ripples in the pond, even if you remove the rock.

Everything matters, but nothing matters very much.

The world is ruled, and the destiny of civilization is established, by the human emotions.

The true seeing is when there is no seeing.