As Jess watched in numb horror, the man tore a page from the book and stuffed it into his mouth.

There are three parts to learning: information, knowledge and wisdom, A mere accumulation of information is not knowledge, and a treasure of knowledge is not in itself, wisdom.

Losing one pint of blood's an accident. Losing two is carelessness.

This was like watching murder. Defilement. And it was something worse than either of those things. Even among his family, black trade as they were, books were holy things.

They've all got stories, Jess thought. I need to know them. Best of all, he could know them. He could learn anything here. It felt like limitless possibilities.

Kisses could lie as well as words.

It's when we're inches apart and not speaking or touching each other that I feel that we are miles apart.

The difference between those who achieve their dreams and those who don’t is in their ability to see not only with their eyes but also their minds.

The world is larger and more beautiful than my little struggle.

Addy, living one day without you would never be for the best. I want you every minute of every day. Forever. I love you.

I pack every minute I can with something to do.

Slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, the man in the black coat knelt before her. ”I have come for the girl in the window,” he said, and his eyes filled with tears

Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.

No one gets out of here alive.

If you are white, racism is too easily ignored and forgiven, regarded as of burning concern only to the ethnic minorities, and therefore of relatively marginal significance.

Romantics might like to think of themselves as being composed of stardust. Cynics might prefer to think of themselves as nuclear waste.