Words worth keeping

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.

I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.

But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

Percy wouldn't notice a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing one of Dobby's hats.

Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would do this, it would change the earth.

Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.

But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked."Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.""How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice."You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter. ’tis the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.

I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.

I think God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.