My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour.

Tavi looked wildly around the courtyard, and when his gaze flicked toward them, his face lit witha ferocious smile. "Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard!" he shouted, pointing at Doroga. "He followed me home! Can we keep him?

Whenever you've got a choice, do good, kiddo. It isn't always fun or easy, but in the long run it makes your life better.

It was one of those moments that would have had dramatic music if my life were a movie, but instead I got a radio jingle for some kind of submarine sandwich place blaring over the store's ambient stereo. The movie of my life must be really low-budget.

Like “love,” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves. They are only lent us a little while.

If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.