... people misunderstood death, they died not of too little life but of too much life, that as the skin withered and the future grew short it was the past that took on flesh, until ultimately the sheer accumulation of experience and memory became too heavy to carry.

People need dreams, there's as much nourishment in them as food.

We overlook how much in our lives is invisible; love, for instance; thought, God, the future, time, faith, hope and even the electricity that brings us light.

Everything matters terribly to children, you know, they're fresh and unformed.

When we live with a memory we live with a corpse; the impact of the experience has changed us once but can never change us again.

will anything but fanaticism make for change? Wisdom and compromise come later.

It's compassion that makes gods of us.