We are the Library, " Coppelia pointed out. "What we don't know, we research.

Then what is the purpose of the Library?" Vale asked."To save books, " Irene said firmly.

And at that moment the alligators burst into the room.

Or possibly possessiveness was a characteristic of draconic affection. They were supposed to be hoarders, after all. Not so different from Librarians.

She remembered the conversation in the Library, as forgetting was the last thing a fully-trained Librarian should do. Memories were as important as books, and almost as important as proper indexing.

I didn't feel strong. I felt like a big ball of wuss that wanted to curl up in my bed and never get out.

Hope is my strength. My strength is my weapon. And my Love, nurtures them both.

You are a soldier. A fighter. And now you must fight. Not for the emperor, not for France . . . but for yourself.

Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

True knowledge comes only through suffering.

Of all the people in the world those who want the most are those who have the most.

The law was given to crush our self-confidence and drive us to Jesus.

Why, this fellow doesn't know any more about politics than a pig knows about Sunday.

No one has learned the meaning of living until he has surrendered his ego to the service of his fellow man. Service to others is akin to duty, the fulfillment of which brings true joy.

Mayor: How horrible our Christmas will be! Jack Skellington: *No.* [the Mayor switches to his upset face] Jack Skellington: How *jolly*! Mayor: Oh. How *jolly* our Christmas will be.