There must come a time when the bullets will run out

All books are doors; and some of them are wardrobes.

He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.

He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands.

How is a magician to exist without books? Let someone explain that to me. It is like asking a politician to achieve high office without the benefit of bribes or patronage.

Drawing teaches habits of close observation that will always be useful.

Bryon tilted his head to a very odd angle, half-closed his eyes and composed his features to suggest that he was about to expire from chronic indigestion.