How do you tell an adult that maybe everything wrong in the world stems from the fact that she's stopped believing the impossible can happen?

I would rather be in minority and be right, than in the majority and wrong.

You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?

It's hard to be the one always waiting. I mean, there's something to be said for the hero who charges off to battle, but when you get right down to it there's a whole story in who's left behind.

You might have to lose control before you could find out what you'd been missing.

Sometimes, all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.

Maybe a mother wasn't what she seemed to be on the surface.