“...glass words for you, Belovedrain beads from an abacus of pain...”

“...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been...”

“children need calmtheyre artists”

“had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses soft as April snowflakes”

“I get mixed up with the life we led and the life I imagined”

“my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude”

“If desire causes suffering, it may be because we do not desire wisely, or that we are inexpert at obtaining what we desire. Instead of hiding our heads in a prayer cloth and building walls against ...”

“This is one of the great human mysteries: why do works of art about bad things such as loss and deprivation make us feel good?”

“We don't have to always win,Sometimes we need to be deprived by others to improve ourselves.”

“If in any quest for magic, in any search for sorcery, witchery, legerdemain, first check the human spirit.”

“It may be laid down as a general rule that if a man begins to sing, no one will take any notice of his song except his fellow human beings. This is true even if his song is surpassingly beautiful. ...”

“Magic or nature, they were much the same thing to Magnus.”

“The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.”

“[I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?”

“I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that the delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it.”