“Maybe all the events of the last few months had occured for just one reason - to bring Thad and me together. Perhaps our being here on the Titanic wasn't pre-destination, but rather, destiny.”

“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.”

“When had all this conformity and sameness set in? How had it happened? When had the varied carols turned into a single corporate advertising jingle?”

“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?”

“And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died.”

“Mahoney: "Thirty-seven seconds. Great, well done; now we wait."Mr. Magorium: "No, we breathe, we pulse, we regenerate. our hearts beat, our minds create, our souls ingest. Thirty-seven seconds well used is a lifetime.”

“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?”