Daniel Wallace

You__e not necessarily supposed to believe it_You__e just supposed to believe in it.

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

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 make it serve him, and not the other way around.

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.

Because the Empire controls the media, we can turn any news to the Emperor's advantage.

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 a lifetime it all adds up. That's why we're here, William. We're a a part of him, who he is, just as he is a part of us. You still don't understand, do you?"I didn't. But as I stared at the man and he stared back at me, in my father's dream I remembered where we'd met before. "And what did my father do for you?" I asked him, and the old man smiled. "He made me laugh," he said.

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 they want to do and doesn't think twice about it. But you're never sure.

But that reminds me _ and stop me if you've heard this one _ of the day Jesus was watching the gates for St. Peter. Anyway, Jesus is giving him a hand one day when a man walks shuffling up to the path of Heaven. _ __hat have you done to enter the kingdom of Heaven?_ Jesus asks him. __nd the man says, __ell, not much really. I__ just a poor carpenter who led a quiet life. The only remarkable thing about my life was my son._ _ __our son?_ Jesus asks, getting interested. _ __es, he was quite a son,_ the man says. __e went through a most unusual birth and later a great transformation. He also became quite well known throughout the world and is still loved by many today._ __hrist looks at the man, embraces him tightly, and says __ather, father!_ __nd the old man hugs him back and says, __inocchio?

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

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.

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

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 could learn from his mistakes.

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 so small, my friend: there just wasn't that much left." Fang laughed. "and that's why you can see us, you know, and nobody else can. You see everybody, even that lumberjack.