There's a hero in every heart waiting for the dragon to come out.

There are those who labor in the darkness, that the rest of us might live in the light.

We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.

Afterward I told his widow, "Your husband is dead, but at least he died laughing.' I think she took some comfort in that. It is the second-best way to die, Will Henry." He did not say what the best way was.

A child has little defense against the sight of a parent laid low. Parents, like the earth beneath our feet and the sun above our heads, are immutable objects, eternal and reliable. If one should fall, who might vouch the sun itself won't fall, burning, into the sea?

And if humanity is the last war, then I am the battlefield.