She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.

Memory is a part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our hearts pumping. It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits to work to: it keeps us who we are.~Candle

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

She assumes that skill will guide her fingertips, that shapely lines will uncoil out of the pencil the moment she starts. Surely talent is a thing curled deep inside, just waiting to be exercised, and at the slightest invitation it will stretch, shake itself, make itself known? Talent, it seems, is not so insistent.

It's the work that's important, not the individual who does it.

No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always choice.

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.