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“He wondered what book he might be reading when he finally breathed his last, and determined to grab a good one as soon as he sensed the end coming so that whoever discovered him would know he had a good taste in literature.”
― Andrew Peterson

“I'm too angry at you to let you die.”
― Andrew Peterson, North! or Be Eaten

“Blood was shed that you three might breathe the good air of life, and if that means you have to miss out on a Zibzy game, then so be it. Part of being a man is putting others' needs before your own.”
― Andrew Peterson, On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness

“There's just something about the way he sings. It makes me think of when it snows outside, and the fire is warm, and Podo is telling us a story while you're cooking, and there's no place I'd rather be--but for some reason I still feel... homesick.”
― Andrew Peterson, On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness

“I am convinced that poets are toddlers in a cathedral, slobbering on wooden blocks and piling them up in the light of the stained glass. We can hardly make anything beautiful that wasn’t beautiful in the first place. We aren’t writers, but gleeful rearrangers of words whose meanings we can’t begin to know. When we manage to make something pretty, it’s only so because we are ourselves a flourish on a greater canvas. That means there’s no end to the discovery. We may crawl around the cathedral floor for ages before we grow up enough to reach the doorknob and walk outside into a garden of delights. Beyond that, the city, then the rolling hills, then the sea. And when the world of every cell has been limned and painted and sung, we lie back on the grass, satisfied that our work is done. Then, of course, the sun sets and we see above us the dark dome of glittering stars.

On and on it goes, all the way to the lightless borderlands of time and space, which we come to discover in some future age are but the beginnings or endings of a single word spoken from the mouth of God. Some nights, while I traipse down the hill, I imagine that word isn’t a word at all, but a burst of laughter.”
― Andrew Peterson

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

“I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.”
― Terry Pratchett

“If you have enough book space, I don't want to talk to you.”
― Terry Pratchett

“The world...is full of resurrections... Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you that have been out early, and have seen the first of the dawn, will know it - the day rises out of the night like a being that has burst its tomb and escaped into life.”
― George MacDonald, The Seaboard Parish

“Love is not a feeling in your chest; it is bending down to wash another's feet.”
― Andrew Peterson

“Hey, angel, your horns are sticking up.”
― Andrew Peterson

“The gospel gives me hope, and hope is not a language the dark voices understand.”
― Andrew Peterson

“A soothing sound enveloped them. Ombric hazarded a guess as to its origin, "It's like the falling sand from a thousand hourglasses.”
― William Joyce, The Sandman and the War of Dreams

“It was a smile of total reassurance and gave all who saw it a feeling of intense well-being. Not joy, but something akin to a sleepy peace. A sort of not-a-worry-in-the-world sensation.”
― William Joyce, The Sandman and the War of Dreams

“A Dream Pirate attack is swift and ragged. Like awkward phantoms, the pirates often fly in lurches and jerks, and they usually destroy everything that gets in their way.”
― William Joyce, The Sandman and the War of Dreams

“All the pirates, and Lord Pitch's mercy, were dead in less time than it takes to sing a song.”
― William Joyce, The Sandman and the War of Dreams

“She lived in a sort of ramshackle magnificence.”
― William Joyce, The Sandman and the War of Dreams

“They want what they don't need, or can't use, or won't ever make them whole.”
― William Joyce, The Sandman and the War of Dreams

“I think all wishes are the same, really," she continued. "Whether they ask for this, that, or the other, what they are really asking for is happiness.”
― William Joyce, The Sandman and the War of Dreams

“I wish to be washed clean of my old life. To let go of my tide of sorrows and find my way to a new shore.”
― William Joyce, The Sandman and the War of Dreams

“Unlike them, however, her path was not through daring deeds or the study of magic or the use of miraculous powers. She had been gifted with something almost as rare: an open and eager mind. She had the gift of watching and listening, the gift of taking all the hurts and happenings of others' lives and understanding their purpose.”
― William Joyce, The Sandman and the War of Dreams

“To understand pretending is to conquer all barriers of time and space.”
― William Joyce, Nicholas St. North and the Battle of the Nightmare King

“you know, a daydream properly utilized can be the most powerful force in the universe. One need only dream of freedom to begin to break the spell of enslavement.”
― William Joyce, Nicholas St. North and the Battle of the Nightmare King

“Everyone's story matters.”
― William Joyce

“Life is made up of danger and heartbreak, I laugh in the face of both!”
― William Joyce, Nicholas St. North and the Battle of the Nightmare King

“...otherwise it was barren as a desert, just long dunes of brick and cement and slate and asphalt.”
― Peter Dickinson, The Devil's Children

“They had fallen into that instant, easy friendship which feels as though it had begun before any of your memories and will last until you are so old that the humped veins on the back of your hands show dark blue-purple through your wax-white skin.”
― Peter Dickinson, The Devil's Children

“Everything was green, so green it went into him.”
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

“He could see it now. Oh, yes, all as he ran in the sun, his legs liquid springs.”
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

“He did not know how long it took, but later he looked back on this time of crying in the corner of the dark cave and thought of it as when he learned the most important rule of survival, which was that feeling sorry for yourself didn't work. It wasn't just that it was wrong to do, or that it was considered incorrect. It was more than that--it didn't work.”
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet