This is a very grave matter, punishable by...well, I do not exactly know what, but something rather severe, I should imagine.

Sing like no one is listening. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching, and live like it’s heaven on earth.

She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.

Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never would.

He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands.

There must come a time when the bullets will run out

I know magicians and I know magic and I say this: all magicians lie and this one more than most.

I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.

Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.

All books are doors; and some of them are wardrobes.

And the name of the one shall be Fearfulness. And the name of the other shall be Arrogance... Well, clearly you are not Fearfulness, so I suppose you must be Arrogance.' This was not very polite.

When you love someone, you often surprise yourself with the kind of forbearance you can show in the face of total exasperation.

Barbarian invasions would be superfluous: We are our own Huns.

You can't control how other people see you or think of you. But you have to be comfortable with that.

Wake up and ponder the future

I don't know if I'll ever do it again or not, but frankly I don't really care.

I believe in the value of the book, which keeps something irreplaceable, and in the necessity of fighting to secure its respect.

When bad things happened to other people, I imagined them happening to me. I didn’t know if this was empathy or theft.

Postpone joy, it will diminish. Postpone a problem, it will grow.

The writers of the French enlightenment had deliberately used blasphemy as a weapon, refusing to accept the power of the Church to set limiting points on thought.

I’ve kissed death a thousand times before