You're saying that our souls and the stars and the wings of a butterfly are all somehow connected?

Some say "The end is near," as if that is shocking news. The truth is, the end is always near. What is actually shocking is that we, ourselves, can help to choose which end.

Vision, even for a dragon, is woefully unreliable. What you can see with great clarity may not be real; what you cannot see may be the ultimate reality.

The leaf, still green, must someday fall such grief and joy to live at all.

And I came to understand, in a way I never had before, that books are truly the stuff of miracles. I even dared to dream that someday, somehow, I might surround myself with books from many times and many tongues.

Why is it that what we do know can save us, but what we don't know can kill us?

Ah, life's little surprises! They can make any day unforgettable... or make it your last.