It just goes to show, if you try to ruin someone's life, it only gets better. You just don't get to be a part of it.

Without pain, we couldn't know joy.

I don't like reindeer. They seem like regular deer, only more dangerous.

You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.

Even if it’s a dumb story, telling it changes people just the slightest little bit, just as living the story changes me. An infinitesimal change. And that infinetisimal change ripples outward —ever smaller but everlasting. I will get forgotten, but the stories will last. And so we all matter —maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.

Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.

He called out to his fellow monks,'Come quickly I am tasting stars.