“Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?”

“Even thought she saw tattoos everywhere, they continued to fascinate her. How bizarre to be branded like a box of cereal. Didn't people mind being counted as just one more product on a shelf? There had to be more to a person than that.”

“There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?”

“Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.”

“When King Lear dies in act five, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He has written, 'He dies.' No more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential piece of dramatic literature is, 'He dies.' Now I am not asking you to be happy at my leaving but all I ask you to do is to turn the page and let the next story begin.-- Mr. Magorium”

“It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?”

“We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.”