You shine like a beacon in a dark world.

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.

God is the God of multiplication and a careless attitude toward the business of the kingdom bring regret to Him

The journey through another world, beyond bad dreams beyond the memories of a murdered generation, cartographed in captivity by bare survivors makes sacristans of us all.

It is a mystery why people think they need to act as their friends' dietitian, nonetheless it's common.

But, bless us, things may be lovable that are not altogether handsome, I hope?

What is the cost of not daring? What is the cost of not trying?

Some who are too scrupulous to steal your possessions nevertheless see no wrong in tampering with your thoughts.

Every fictional thing I wrote gave me strength to write another and another. By the end I wasn't remaining true to anything but the story I wanted to tell.

Wit and humor belong to genius alone.

The people who hate SICP are the ones who just want to know how to drive their car on the highway, just like everyone else.

For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.