I hugged him without any kind of fear or self-consciousness, fiercely, with a rush of emotion that almost brought tears to my eyes. "I could kiss you!" Chubs cried. "Please don't!" I gasp out, feeling his arms tighten around my ribs to the point of cracking them.

I bet it gets pretty lonely with only your ego for company.

You're a wizard," I snapped. "Can't you just use magic to make your own food?" "Ah, yes," he retorted. "Because mud pies are so very delicious and the wind fills empty stomachs quite nicely.

He's so busy looking inside people to find the good that he misses the knife they're holding in their hand.

The thing is...what they don't tell you about forgiveness is this-you don't give it for the other person's sake, but your own.

I don't want to just see someone's face; I want to know his shadow, too. —Jude

What I’m trying to get at is, as bad as everything seems, I think, at its heart, life is good. It doesn’t throw anything at us that it knows we can’t handle—and, even if it takes its time, it turns everything right side up again.