Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and adventures are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgotten.

I asked him if it were a mirage, and he said yes. I said it was a dream, and he agreed, But said it was the desert's dream not his. And he told me that in a year or so, when he had aged enough for any man, then he would walk into the wind, until he saw the tents. This time, he said, he would go on with them.

Be boring, knowing everything. You have to give all that stuff up if you're going to muck about here.

There was a table laid with jellies and trifles, with a party hat beside each place, and a birthday cake with seven candles on it in the center of the table. The cake had a book drawn on it, in icing. My mother, who had organized the party, told me that the lady at the bakery said that they had never put a book on a birthday cake before, and that mostly for boys it was footballs or spaceships. I was their first book.

And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can.

I love making things. I love building things. I love the idea that something's in the world that wasn't there before.

Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled but halved. No man is an island