Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future.

You can't just boss bacteria around like that," said the younger Mrs. Hempstock. "They don't like it." "Stuff and silliness," said the old lady. "You leave wigglers alone and they'll be carrying on like anything. Show them who's boss and they can't do enough for you. You've tasted my cheese.

You can't run away from home without destroying somebody's world.

Hunchbacks danced at my wedding for luck. It's a thing you don't see nowadays.

We often confuse what we wish for with what is.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Nobody's American," said Wednesday. "Not originally. That's my point.