“Grab their lines! Stop that coffeehouse!" someone was shouting. "There are fugitives and cell-breakers aboard!”

“It’s your ass on the line. Grab it thinly.”

“For it is easier to shout 'Stop', than to do it”

“But he’s there! Potter’s there! Someone grab him!”

“Love is not enough. It takes courage to grab my father's demon, my own, or - God help me - my child's and strap it down and stop its mad jig; to sit in a row of white rooms filled with pills and clubbed dreamers and shout: stop smiling, shut up; shut up and stop laughing; you're sitting in hell. Stop preaching; stop weeping. You are a manic-depressive, always. your life is larger than most, unimaginable. You're blessed; just admit it and take the damn pill.”

“What is the part of wisdom? To dream with one eye open; to be detatched from the world without being hostile to it; to welcome fugitive beauties and pity fugitive sufferings, without forgetting for a moment how fugitive they are.”