Hope is the most treacherous thing in the world. It lifts you and lets you plummet. But as long as you're being lifted you don't worry about plummeting.

Fight with realistic hope, not to destroy all the world's wrong, but to renew its good.

I sometimes think young people are not given nearly enough credit for their ability to appreciate literary flourish.

She whispered, 'C'etait la Verite?' Was that Verity? Or perhaps she just meant, Was that the truth? Was it true? Did any of it really happen? Were the last three hours real? 'Yes,' I whispered back. 'Oui. C'etait la verite.

There were no route maps posted on the walls, but a Wonderland-style sign commanding, 'If you know where you are, then please tell others.

A part of me will always be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will