I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

The trick was looking past the illusion, because the exit was never as far away as it seemed.

It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.

The thing about hope is that it doesn't go away even when it serves no purpose.

In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.

She has the majesty of hurricanes and explosions.

But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.