It's very cool to be short, very cool. When I was in eighth grade, and the height I am now, I would just look at the cute little short girls and think, 'If only, if only.'

If you know how to read, you know how forever. You can’t unread.

Air you breathe holds the breath of all things.

A kindred spirit,” said Vole, “is someone who understands the deepest dream of your heart.

Feel how tight my arms are around you?” he said. “This is how tight I’ll be holding you. No matter where you go, or where I go, remember how tight I’m holding you.” Memory doesn’t fade. You don’t forget. When you conjure something that happened, float it back up through time and space, it will happen again. When I am eighty years old and looking back on my life, I will be back in the haymow with Tom Miller, that night when he held me so tight.

Wouldn’t want to miss a war, would I?

Your heart literally hurts when it’s breaking. You can feel it, every beat another ache, and nothing you can do will stop it, either from beating or breaking.

Little boy, you remind me how so much depends of day made of now.

I’ll live in another world, then.

Water seeks its own level. Look at them. The Tigris, the Euphrates, the Mississippi, the Amazon, the Yangtze. The world’s great rivers. And every one of them finds its way to the ocean.