There's something darn funny about an old librarian with a potty mouth.

I killed a guy, maybe two. Possibly three. I have one power. Not two or three or four. Just one. I met a girl, and she changed everything.

But sometimes you have to wait for an answer to come to you. Especially when the questions are difficult ones.

There's something darn funny about an old librarian with a potty mouth.

If bringing down the wall would require you to fly, you must believe you can fly. Otherwise, when the decisive moment comes, you will surely discover you ahve no wings.

The size of your body is just right. The only question is whether you're big enough inside.

He has guided my hands in ways I don't always understand, ways that people of this world would scoff at. But there is a purpose for all that I have ever made, even if I don't understand for certain what that purpose is.