words! mere words!

... for Gods die, when their believers are gone, but the Endless will be here when the last God has gone beyond the Realm of Death, and into non-existence.

My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.

a tale / told by an idiot, full of sound and fury / signifying nothing

I'm not quite sure how to describe this band's music, except to say that it sounds like a hundred thousand weasels being dropped into a boiling ocean.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

Noboru Wataya was young and single and smart enough to write a book that nobody could understand. It made him famous.

Clive, you're a silly little fool, and since you've brought it up I think you're beautiful, the only beautiful person I've ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.

Words deserted him immediately. He could only speak when he was not asked to.

A trouble--nothing as beautiful as sorrow--rose to the surface of his mind, displayed its ungainliness and sank.

These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.

"We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving."

"No," Harry corrected him. "He must've known you'd always want to come back."

The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

The most terrible thing about it is not that it break's one's heart--hearts are made to be broken--but that it turns one's heart to stone.

"Man must suffer to be wise."