There's no reward without work, no victory without effort, no battle won without risk.

Up to this point your life has pretty much sucked. You’re not responsible for that. But you are responsible for what happens from here on.

I saw you standing on a veranda you'd built with your own hands. And I loved you.

Phillip look into Ray's eyes. He saw compassion and hope. And he saw himself mirrored back, bleeding in a dirty gutter on a street where life was worth less than a dime bag. Sick, tired, petrified, Phillip dropped his head into his hands. "What's the point?" "You're the point, son." Ray ran his hand over Phillip's hair. "You're the point.

Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.

If something isn't special, then it's ordinary.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.