He believed in himself, believed in his quixotic ambition, letting the failures of the previous day disappear as each new day dawned. Yesterday was not today. The past did not predict the future if he...

We all have stories, just as you do. Ways in which he touched us, helped us, gave us money, sold it to us wholesale. Lots of stories, big and small. They all add up. Over...

Magic is dangerous: it’s neither good nor bad, right nor wrong; it can be both a blessing and a curse. It takes strength, the strength of a man, to make the magic his own, to...

You’re not necessarily supposed to believe it…You’re just supposed to believe in it.

A storyteller makes up things to help other people; a liar makes up things to help himself.

You’re a good man,” Fang said. “You’re the last good man in this whole town. All the good that could be squeezed out of this forsaken place was used to make you. That’s why you’re...

In a moment, everything can change and in a moment, you can change everything.

They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true. What they don’t tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.

He believed the stars were wishes, and that one day they would all come true.

It would be better for us to have some doubts in an honest pursuit of truth, than it would be for us to be certain about something that was not true.

How do you know when it’s me?””Your footsteps are apologetic?””What does that mean?”She turned, smiling wiping her hands on her long, black skirt. “It doesn’t mean anything,” she said. “Everybody else here just does what...

You lie to her, you lie to me, you lie to yourself. Blind girl blind you.

And the old man hugs him back and says, ‘Pinocchio?