They were strange books. They spoke about mercury, salt, dragons, and kings, and he didn't understand any of it.

There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting the things that trouble us, allowing them to fall away like dried leaves. There is no better time to dance again, to make the most of every crumb of sunlight and warm body and soul with its rays before it falls asleep and becomes only a dim light bulb in the skies.

The Gift belongs to whoever chooses to accept it. It is enough to believe and not to be afraid to make a few mistakes.

Perhaps they needn't even believe - it was enough that they needed angels, and the angels would return gladly.

Since my childhood I learned that to understand the world we need to go further and take the risks of sailing in unknown seas.

You can't avoid pain, but you can choose to overcome it.

They were strange books. They spoke about mercury, salt, dragons, and kings, and he didn't understand any of it.