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.

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.

Nothing's real unless you want it to be, and anything can be real if you want it to enough; so real doesn't really mean anything.

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

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

If you try to make your circle closed and exclusively yours, it never grows very much. Only a circle that has lots of room for anybody who needs it has enough spare space to hold any real magic.