“This was a dank, sinister chill: the chill of shadows where poison toadstools grown, their ruddy colors beckoning a child to come, come take a taste of candy.”

“No one ever grows up. They may look grown-up, but it's just the clay of time. Men and women are still children deep in their hearts." Mrs. Neville”

“Maybe crazy is what they call anybody who's got magic in them after they're no longer a child.”

“One Step...and then the next gets you where you're going."- Sister Creep”

“Put one foot forward and the other will get you to where you are going~!" Bag Lady, Swan Song”

“Even the most worthless thing in the world can be beautiful, it just takes the right touch”

“I couldn't picture heaven. How could a place be any good at all if it didn't have the things there you enjoyed doing? If there were no comic books, no monster movies, no bikes, and no country roads to ride them on? No swimming pools, no ice cream, no summer, or barbecue on the Fourth of July? No thunderstorms, and front porches on which to sit and watch them coming? Heaven sounded to me like a library that only held books about one certain subject, yet you had to spend eternity and eternity and eternity reading them. What was heaven without typewriter paper and a magic box?”