Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open.

She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.

Mother didn't understand that children aren't frightened by stories; that their lives are full of far more frightening things than those contained in fairy tales.

... people who'd led dull and blameless lives did not give thanks for second chances.

I am not a storyteller . . . not like the others. I only have one tale to tell.

Happiness in life is not a given, it must be seized.

Oh, Grey, no one really likes keeping secrets. The only thing that makes a secret fun is knowing that you weren't supposed to tell it.