It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life.

You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.

How true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.

Most of us get our history through story.

If you don't have dreams, how do you maneuver reality? Where do you get the ideas to change reality if not from dreams?

To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures who people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing--I'm sorry, I would rather not go on.