Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.

Look. I brought you here to give you a choice-" "You didn't bring us here," said Nick. "You're here," said Bod. "I wanted you here. I came here. You followed me. Same thing.

Is there any person in the world who does not dream? Who does not contain within them worlds unimagined?

Richard opened his hand, and the key stared up at him from his palm. "By my crooked teeth," asked Richard, remembering, "who am I?

And then it went, and time passed properly once more, every second following every other second just like they're meant to.

Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.

My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you.