Get out of doors, Strange. Breathe air, see things. A man should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not just from reading in dim light.

He'd sooner die trying to hold the world on his shoulders than running away. Better always to run toward. And so he did.

Don't look at me like that, " said Ruza."Like what?""Like I'm a beautiful book you're about to open and plunder with your greedy mad eyes.

...but one can't be irredeemable who shows reverence for books.

On the occasions that he did look up from the page, he would seem as though he were awakening from a dream.

He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about.

It was a different life out here, but make no mistake: Lazlo was every bit the dreamer he had always been, if not more. He might have left his books, but he carried all his stories with him.

Even if it was just walls and a roof with papers inside, it had bewitched him, and drawn him in, and given him everything he needed to become himself.

It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.

If you're afraid of your own dreams, you're welcome here in mine.

I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar.

For many, lack of achievement is more a consequence of fear of taking a chance and getting uncomfortable.

Inspiring qualities make some people to feel a little uneasy.

Every ceiling reached becomes a floor.

I think it jumps generations. You get a screwball in one, and then the next one is straight, then you get a screwball. My grandmother was goofy, my mother was straight.

The question is not whether to close the parks, but how to accomplish this goal.

I'm essentially a jeans girl, and I dress them up or down with accessories. For me, it's ultimately about a great pair of shoes.

I had pestered [Phil Wood] for a long time. He finally agreed to do it. And I was excited and nervous and he couldn't have been nicer or more supportive from the minute I got to his house.

I would tell people to enjoy the present moment and the journey rather than the outcome.

Freedom only comes through persistent revolt, through persistent agitation, through persistently rising up against the system of evil.

I had forgotten that Jess felt about long words the way that racists feel about black people: She hated them, and wanted to send them back from where they came from.