The main thing I've learned is that we all have to learn to work with - and appreciate - the brain we've been given, and not waste time wishing things were easier.

Dead souls dream only of death. Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is

Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.

Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others.

It's not like there's a law against flying." "Yes there is. The law of gravity.

She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.