Time plays tricks between here and home," said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator.

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

It's always better to be doing.

Fear and realisation of ignorance, strong medicines against stupid pride.

There is never one absolutely right thing to do. All you can do is honor what you believe, accept the consequences of your own actions, and make the best out of what happens.

Sometimes it is easier to see the light when you stand partly in the darkness.

I am Abhorsen..." He looked at the baby again and added, almost with a note of surprise, "Father of Sabriel

Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?

I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.

A hundred hundred heartbeats..." whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.

The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.

Le ciel était absolument noir, il n'y avait plus d'étoiles, mais évidemment il en voyait une.

When the ego is in the driver’s seat, we judge. When our spirit, our authentic self, is in control, we practice listening (without judging), compassion, and love

I must apologize for calling so late, " said he, "and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall.

I never feel as though I'm ever, ever alone.

The Church knows nothing of a sacredness of war. The Church which prays'Our Father'asks God only for peace.

The Lord does not measure out our afflictions according to our faults, but according to our strength, and looks not what we have deserved, but what we are able to bear.

Teach people to let go of their superficial mental chatter and obsessions. Teach people to pay attention to the whole body's reaction to a situation.

In all honesty I think that I've had a very normal life, even though I've been making movies since I was 9.

I'd like to think they're staring at me because of my white-hot animal magnetism, but I'm not Elvis. I'm Lobster Boy, hear me roar.

On the road again, goin' places that I've never been. Seein' things that I may never see again, and I can't wait to get on the road again.