“Do I dare Disturb the universe?”
“Please could I say one word?" was the question three times repeated before a rough head boobed out from the grotto of books in which Mac usually sat. "Did anyone speak?" he asked, blinking in the flood of sunshine that entered with Rose. "Only three times, thank you. Don't disturb yourself, I beg; for I merely want to say a word," answered Rose.”
“But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.”
“I do not know why there are more people in the world that dare to be different than there are people who dare to make a difference.”
“Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.”