It isn't whether you do it well or ill, it's that you do it all.

There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.

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

...No opening sermons concerning children with humps and fins for limbs, who nonetheless, immortal souls all, deserve life, liberty, and the pursuit of Happy Meals.

Forgive us our trespasses," says Margarethe, "and get out of our way.

His avenging angel had come to call him home. A suicide was waiting for him back in his own world, and by now he ought to have learned enough to get through it successfully.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.