This world is full of broken things: broken hearts, broken promises, broken people.

For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.

Being scared isn't the problem. It's not running away that's the hard part.

You can't prove that something doesn't exist. You can only prove that something does exist.

‎"Sarge, mr. Nurd here is threatening to turn me to jelly." "really?" said Sarge. "what flavor?

We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).

They were on the side of the angels, even if the angels weren't entirely sure that this was a good thing.

He had quite liked the dwarfs. He often had no idea what they were talking about, but for a group of homicidal, class-obsessed small people, they were really rather good fun.

Each man dreams his own heaven.

I'd been hurt, and in response I had acted violently, destroying a little of myself each time I did so.

Why is there always one bloke in these boy bands who looks like he came to fix the boiler and somehow got bullied into joining the group?

It is far too late for bloodless hands.

But curiosity is a restless and unscrupulous passion, and no one girl can endure, with patience, that hers should be baffled by another.

Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit, And look on death itself!

Like every art form, there are jealousies and angers and competitiveness in magic. But there's camaraderie among magicians, whether you perform it for a living or you're an enthusiast.

I like to indulge myself by sitting up late without having to do anything in the morning.

The traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values of Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under it.

We live in a sensual world, and at the same time we live beyond it - billions of dimensions that are nonphysical, we experience them when we stop thought.

Smears are not only to be expected but fought. Honor is to be earned, not bought.

A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky.

Desire is the great equalizer.