There was that special smell made up of paper, ink, and dust; the busy hush; the endless luxury of thousands of unread books. Best of all was the eager itch of anticipation as you went out the door with your arms loaded down with books.

Belief in mysteries, any manner of mysteries, is the only lasting luxury in life.

We all invite our own devils, and we must exorcise our own.

Imagination is a great thing in long dull hours, but it's a real curse in a dark alley.

The answers aren't important really... What's important is- knowing all the questions.

Know all the Questions, but not the Answers Look for the Different, instead of the Same Never Walk where there's room for Running Don't do anything that can't be a Game

Eleven would have been the best time. Eleven is just about the best age for almost everything.