She had such unusual eyes. They made me think of the seaside, and so I called her Ocean, and could not have told you why.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Confused? Confusion is good. It’s an excellent place to learn something new from.

I am lost to him. I never want to be found.

A thorough-paced antiquary not only remembers what all other people have thought proper to forget, but he also forgets what all other people think is proper to remember.

You're going to react to a painting in a way that the painting demands you react.

I don't really watch movies at all. I don't even think I could name one. Maybe Texas Chainsaw Massacre? I think I've seen that, but I definitely don't have a favorite.

But I remember being told that the truth does not depend on being believed.

It was a good moment, the kind you would like to press between the pages of a book, or hide in your sock drawer, so you could touch it again.

I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.

The accusation 'unprofessional' means 'You did not behave like a machine today.

But if you want to know the truth, the weirdest thing that has happened has been my discovery that people who attend the conventions are filled with love.