She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.

Yes, I'm often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt - an immense leap of an attempt - to prove to me that you, and your human existence, are worth it.

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

When I was growing up, I wanted to be a house painter like my father, but I was always screwing up when I went to work with him. I had a talent for knocking over paint and painting myself into corners. I also realized fairly quickly that painting bored me.

Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.

Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.