Up and up he went, in a wide circle, his heart pounding with a crazy excitement that was more than half fright. The wind was wet against his face and his ears were full of the breathy whirr of feather...
Belief in mysteries, any manner of mysteries, is the only lasting luxury in life.
JUST AS THEY’D planned, April stopped by the Rosses’ apartment on Thursday afternoon, and the three of them, April and Melanie and Marshall, went on down to pick up Elizabeth. Elizabeth
Something’s going to happen!
But now and then, beneath the outer numbness, something stirred, like a living pain waiting for the anesthetic to wear away.
Just looking at the outside of the library made Robin lose herself for a minute, remembering the feel of libraries. There was that special smell made up of paper, ink, and dust; the busy hush; the end...
Belonging to a place isn't nearly as necessary as belonging to people you love and who love you and need you.
Belief in mysteries—all manner of mysteries—is the only lasting luxury in life.
As time passed and Harry flew and flew and flew, he forgot all about the fog, the city below him, and just about everything. Nothing in the world seemed to matter but wings, and sky, and motion. The f...
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.
Maybe everybody had wing buds, or at least the possibility of wings, only they just didn’t know it. Maybe people had really been meant to have wings.
A–Z, and its dusty show windows were crammed with a weird clutter of old and exotic-looking objects—huge bronze
Trick-or-treating is for candy and demonstrations are for things like Peace and Freedom. It's different.
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 wi...
My dear child...fault is an empty word. It is a coin with only one side. It is not a reason or an excuse.
Forest is and was and will be. Root and roof and all between. Pan-fruit feed me, nid-bough hold me, Peace and Joy be ever green.
Know all the Questions, but not the AnswersLook for the Different, instead of the SameNever Walk where there's room for RunningDon't do anything that can't be a Game