Every piece of the universe, even the tiniest little snow crystal, matters somehow. I have a place in the pattern, and so do you. Thinking of you this holiday season!

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

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.

It's much more fun to be the exception, not the rule

And now, my friends, a dragon's toast! Here's to life's little blessings: war, plagues, and all forms of evil. Their presence keeps us alert--- and their absence keeps us grateful.

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

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