You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you.
Mahoney: You have to live. Mr. Magorium: Darlin'...I have.
You have to know where you were going in order to get there.
And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died.
We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.
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?