We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.

One night when my longing for her was like a fire burning out of control in my heart and my head, I wrote her a letter that just seemed to go on and on. I poured out my whole heart in it, never looking back to see what I'd said because I was afraid cowardice would make me stop. I didn't stop, and when a voice in my head clamored that it would be madness to mail such a letter, that I would be giving her my naked heart to hold in her hand, I ignored it with a child's breathless disregard of the consequences.

Until we see each other again, keep your head together, read some good books, be useful, be happy.

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

The bad ideas kind of just drop out of the mix. You forget about them. The good ones stick around.

If you're going into a very dark place, then you should take a bright light, and shine it on everything. If you don't want to see, why in God's name would you dare the dark at all?

But it's hard for a man to give up all his pleasures, even when they don't pleasure him no more.