It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you.

Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?

Mahoney: You have to live. Mr. Magorium: Darlin'...I have.

There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?

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