“We are all young beneath the watchful stars.”

“No man can know his deliverer, nor yet the thief of his soul. Their faces are covered; they swirl in the mob at the masquerade ball. Wine flows, and dance follows dance, and we are never certain of their names until that Midnight when all masks are removed”

“The mighty are beggars, child. They rattle silver cups by the roadside, pleading for love.”

“Sólo cuando un mago comparte su sueño con otro, las cosas que de otro modo serían imposibles se convierten en posibles. Como por ejemplo, saber escoger bien.”

“No man can know his deliverer, nor yet the thief of his soul. Their faces are covered; they swirl in the mob at the masquerade ball. Wine flows, and dance follows dance, and we are never certain of their names until that Midnight when all masks are removed”

“What she knew was sand and wind and innumerable stars. The rumble in a camel’s throat as it swayed over shifting dunes, its trappings jingling in time with its steps beneath her. She knew the sting of thirst and the taste of dried fruit, the glare of sun and the frigid, bone-numbing cold of the air when the sun gave her throne over to the moon. She knew that, to survive, one must often revise one’s caliber, and one must completely depend upon Jesus Christ.”

“Any ape can reach for a banana, but only humans can reach for the stars.”