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.

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.

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.

He read while he walked. He read while he ate. The other librarians suspected he somehow read while he slept, or perhaps didn't sleep at all.

You're the one who doesn't understand, I've been standing on the edge with you for years.

Would you like me to put you out of your misery, before I put you out of your misery?

I'm in love with 'Bravo.' Me and my girlfriends love 'Bravo-ing,' which doesn't necessarily mean watching 'Bravo.' It's when you're a bum and you're on your couch watching reality shows.

No kids should see that kind of violence where Batman is killing as many people as the bad guys.

A child gets moral notions from the fairy-tales he delights in, as do his elders from tale and verse.

I felt there's a wealth in Jewish tradition, a great inheritance. I'd be a jerk not to take advantage of it.

It needs as much generosity to take as to give.

I didn't know how babies were made until I was pregnant with my fourth child.

Somehow, our sense of justice never turns in its sleep till long after the sense of injustice in others has been thoroughly aroused.

I'm swept along by larger forces out of my control.