The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down at last; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief.

quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.

I learned to fly on a broom," he said, rolling up his sleeves. "I can learn to milk a goat, I bet." Though flying on a broom proved to be the easier task, he found.

I may not know how to fly but I know how to read, and that's almost the same thing.

I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.

She's sent the crows out to blind the guests coming for dinner!" What?" She's BLINDING THE GUESTS COMING FOR DINNER!" Well, that's one way to avoid having to dust, I suppose.