Had you but seen it, I promise you, your high-minded principles would have melted like candle wax. Never would you have wished such beauty away.

I struggled for a long time to get anything published.

Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.

We're not punished for our sins, lad. We're punished by them.

Cripes Miss Wilcox, they're not guns,' I said. No, they're not Mattie, they're books. And a hundred times more dangerous.

Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.