Answers come and go, I've found. But the questions? Those remain forever.

Answers come and go, I've found. But the questions? Those remain forever.

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

Stories help me. To live. To work. To find the meaning hidden in every dream, ever leaf, every drop of dew.

A life-whether seamstress or poet, farmer or king-is measured not by length, but by the worth of its deeds, and the power of its dreams.

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.

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.