So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding.

For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.

Take what you have learned, and move on.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane.

Hasn't there always been a moon?" "Bless you. Not in the slightest. I remember the day the moon came. We looked up in the sky - it was all dirty brown and sooty gray here then, not green and blue.

What I say is, a town isn't a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it's got a bookstore it knows it's not fooling a soul.