It is these black clothes," said Strange. "I am like a leftover piece of funeral, condemned to walk about the Town, frightening people into thinking of their own mortality.

Sing like no one is listening. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching, and live like it’s heaven on earth.

She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.

Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange. Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never would.

He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands.

There must come a time when the bullets will run out

I know magicians and I know magic and I say this: all magicians lie and this one more than most.

I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.

Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.

All books are doors; and some of them are wardrobes.

And the name of the one shall be Fearfulness. And the name of the other shall be Arrogance... Well, clearly you are not Fearfulness, so I suppose you must be Arrogance.' This was not very polite.

When an eagle spreads its wings to fly, even the swan is envious.

We only have babies when we’re young enough not to know how grim life turns out.

— How do you make your pictures? — I don’t know, it’s not important.

They have not the heart for this battle. So think of your families, think of your homes, and remember it is they you are fighting for.

And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?

Much of the beauty of Christmas lies in its challenge to look further, deeper, until we find its secret in the heart of God. But we never find that unless we look beyond the presents under the tree.

Mitt Romney is running for president again. That will be attempt No. 3. Well, everybody needs a hobby. He's almost certainly running, and I'm almost certainly retiring, so I don't care.

The powers know that the people at large are like children whose despair, sorrow, and tears can be turned into joy with a little toy. ... An army and navy represents the people's toys.

Freedom and Property Rights are inseparable. You can't have one without the other.

I may have a lot of political opinions but it doesn't necessarily come into my work. I keep the two worlds separate.