And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.

She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.

I know it's not easy for you, living this life, but try to remember, always try to remember, you're not the only one with troubles.

Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

...something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.

Did you know that mako shark fetuses eat each other in the womb?... Its true. Only cannibal fetuses survive to be born. Can you imagine if people were like that?

And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.

Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic.

My tiny scary friend is coming

You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?

Love is blind but boundless in vision.

The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist but the impulse it gives him to keep on looking.

Excellence, then, is a state concerned with choice, lying in a mean, relative to us, this being determined by reason and in the way in which the man of practical wisdom would determine it.

Imagination plus innovation equals realization.

Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

If I had been trying to take the job away from him in a sneaky, underhand manner, then I deserved all I got. But it was the other way around. I was trying to get him the job.

As a property developer, I learned a long time ago to choose your battles wisely and that, unfortunately, compromise is a given.

The inclusion of slopestyle in the Olympics is cool. I think it's going to be a total breath of fresh air. The Olympics needs us more than we need it.

Right angles don't attract me. Nor straight, hard and inflexible lines created by man.

Moths like me die by the thousands every minute. Her work goes on all the same. Glory unto Mother!